At midnight
Some song is heard
Somehow on the heart
The weight of the sound of footsteps is felt
I get up and sit
A light cloth flying across the face
Disappears with a soft touch
I open the door and see
Beyond four houses the song ceases
I open the gate and search
Slipping to the other side of the colony,
It hazily goes afar
I come onto the road and look
The crooning from among the bushes in the park
Caresses like whispering.
Returning into the house
I look back
At the street corner
A sound of laughter is heard
I switch the light in the front yard and see
Under the lamp post at the end of the street
Except for the street dog
None is seen
Unable to sleep
Contemplating, I shut my eyes
Who could it be?
The dear one that I left and came!
The friend that deserted me and gone!
I hurry through my books searching
The first poem that I wrote is not found
The love letter hidden is not seen
The song goes on ringing
It keeps quizzing me everyday
- Asharaju
Asharaju is a contemporary poet.
I like his works a lot.
Not because he is friend, but because he is a great poet.
You almost feel you should have written this poem!!
Translation is, of course mine.
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