Dedicated to Bangladeshi poet Sukanta Bhattacharya
The day closes.
The sun sets before my eyes, the night gracefully, and surely
Comes and takes us in.
Comes and takes us in.
All the day’s work is done.
It’s time to rest.
We have played, listened to songs, made love
Went to places we never thought we would,
Met people
Who broke hearts like crackers, or made some happy and held them close.
We also wandered about, looked at life grow and leaves fall,
Saw people die for good reasons, and bad.
Read books and forgot what was written there
Watched TV and grew greedy and sinful.
We did all we did and finally it’s night time now.
It’s time to stop.
No regrets though.
We will go to bed as if there is no tomorrow.
No more sun, and sunshine.
We lived our lives, knowing
That our offspring
Will do theirs
Better
Than us
All that we can ask from life
Then
Is to sleep
With such a fuller satisfaction.
