The runway stretches ahead in loneliness
While the clouds hang stupefied in the sky
In the pain-ridden stupor of the lazy radar
A gaggle of chirping birds fly by
It’s been years since a soaring airplane
Touched down in this vacuous aerodrome
Strewn with litter and garbage, while the winds
Howl past the absent wings spread wide
A little girl with her hair caught in the wind
Sobs with her face hidden in her frock
The poet has seen this picture, that’s why
Floating clouds line his empty heart
The picture imprinted on his mind
Fills the poet with worry and care
Potent with the signs of an impending storm
The clouds lie stupefied on the sky
(Translated by Samarpan Dutta)
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