Then it is time to return!
At sunset the train of time departs;
Morning goes, noon passes, and gradually night leaves too.
The train of time goes away at once
A rattling noise just falls behind.
There remain some-emotions-quite intact;
The waves of hope make a consolation for upcoming days
Accompanying the perennial waters.
Much time has passed!
A bunch of spear-grass have withered away in pride
I feel like an unwanted alien on a familiar path.
I heave sighs! In the changing dust,
I've moved a few pages slowly
Do not hesitate to say, dear bard -
I've lost again to your sultry tone.
Ashraful Kabir is a poet, essayist, literary critic and professionally a banker based in Dhaka Bangladesh.