~Bhim Darshan Rokka~
Translation : Maya Watson
The crush of passengers covers everything.
I can’t see out.
Where are we?
To what are we close?
Where having I been brought?
This place looks familiar,
but the way so strange,
swinging round and round like ring road
Night! Day! Stop ! Stop!
I want to get off here,
I got on my mistake
What mood was I lost in?
Now it’s getting late.
in the morning my bus went empty,
but even empty,
it must have reached its’ destination.
I’d have filled it.
I came to finish the journey.
The first one’s long gone,
how far time ahs tossed it,
now only the last is left,any moment now.
If you want, come on, I’m waiting.
I didn’t come to watch.
I came to finish the journey.
(source : “POEMS OF BHIM DARSHAN ROKA” Book)
