I forbade the clouds to sprawl around this flood plain-
the clouds unendingly somersault around
my windowpane at the beckoning of
drooping hillocks though.
I am unmindful of cropping in terrace.
This monsoon, I'm rather looking for
my golden Bajubondh that washed away
the previous monsoon.
I no longer have any interest in Kanchan Jangha,
wonder if the Shonalu sunrays sparkle any longer
in black patridges' spotty tails!
These — the nights and days of the forest floor:
in it is the canopy of silky bosomed clouds
and alert roaming of red-necked patridges
…o would that they were mindful of my warnings!
Bipasha Haque is a diaspora writer with particular interest in life-the way it is. By profession she is a university teacher.