Translation - Unwellness : Bhaskar Chakrabarty

Translation
Unwellness : Bhaskar Chakrabarty


Did I want the number of my friends to keep increasing

In my bed,in the dawn,suddenly

ash drops from my cigarette

I must do something

This lying down,mere sitting,this aimless wandering

 from the cluttered air

Should I stand apart

Did I want my life to get decked up

From the parched window,the

early morning light comes in to the empty pair of shoe

Did I want all these,brother

I wanted, just that




Translation : Priyasha Hoare