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Mainstream, VOL LV No 25 New Delhi June 10, 2017

The Red Day

Saturday 10 June 2017

Yours is the face I saw in a procession.

All day
I searched for you
and then at dusk I found you
sitting in my home
resplendent
beside the lamp.

Refusing me all day
you held me close at night.
In that terrible heat
I found no shade anywhere;
the blue seas had all dried up

I rub my eyes.
Did I see you in my dreams?
Or are you mere illusion?

Hold me close in your arms
let the frozen tears
of my heart
melt.
Give my love a place to be born
while I
tie the strings
in the bow of bate.

The day is over.
Yet you do not come,
with a cry of anguish
to darken the world.

For this perhaps
enraged thunder
rents the sky
during storm.

In the distant horizon
someone listening to us
saddles a horse of many colours
Your stand brilliant
as I walk on the brink of darkness,
to usher in the red day.

Subhas Mukhopadhyay

(Translated from the original Bengali by Pritish Nandy)

ISSN : 0542-1462 / RNI No. : 7064/62