~Viplov Pratik~
Translated by Sangita Swechcha
Clouds are making noise, heavily
As if the heart of the sky is about to burst with pain.
A strong beat she feels in her chest
The first shiver of the thunder
Moves into her softly.
She gets up, walks to the window and stands there.
Opening the curtain,
She feels life is breathing into buried old pain.
Pain seeps from the memory
Drawing on the canvas of rain and mist a long-gone, fascinating moment.
Suddenly it rains deeply
People rushing in the street to reach their home
Find shelter in a bus stand
But there is no place to hide for the earth, the trees, and the plants
In no time the soil is soaked in water.
She takes a deep breath
Some part of the glass is misty from her breath
She wipes it with her fingers
Two drops of rain start making a straight line finding their way downward
Then a current of air takes them away.
Nothing is under control.
(Source : Global Literature in Libraries Initiative (GLLI) website)
