Needless time

Hakikur Rahman 

 

Time passes by under the willow tree

Time passes by along with the ghastly southern wind

Time passes by over the weak shade of the poorly hut

Time passes by across the tiny soul.

 

Who knows where the destination is?

Who knows where needed to be stopped?

Who knows when to take a break?

Who knows when to measure the account?

 

Perhaps someone is still awake in the darkness of night

Perhaps someone is still painting a portrait on the stranded cloud

Perhaps someone is still trying to write a sad episode

Perhaps someone is still waiting for someone.

 

(From a competition on "Walt Whitman" poems.)