ইংরাজী কবিতা - দূর্বা মিত্র

JUST BEFORE I OPEN MY EYES

DURBA MITRA.

It might be pre-dawn moments—

It might very well be busy afternoon!

It might be some stolen shut eye---

It might very well be deep slumber!

It happens every time everywhere—

You touch my brows, just before I open my eyes!

I remember very well like last time---

I have made sure to lock all the doors!

All the cupboards, lockers and windows---

I hardly forget to open and close!

Sheer emptiness, nothing more—nothing less---

Over and over again, I check and recheck!

Nobody is there – not even you---

It’s a suffering—Empty Nest Syndrome!

I used to pine for freedom---

I wanted to break down the barriers!

Trying and erring so many times---

Providence had opened a window!

You had fainted in the office---

And diagnosed with low blood pressure!

There were lots of medicines---

To boost up the pressure and bring in the sleep!

I had grabbed that window---

With outstretched arms---to attain the freedom!

It had taken me a whole day---

To mix and match the exact amount of the potion!

With all my patience and courage---

Fed it to you with soup and juice!

Doctors were sure and certain---

Certified it as natural death!

My ecstasy was without bound---

My freedom was full and final!

Never had I a moment to enjoy it---

You keep on touching my brows!

Inside every locked room---

You keep coming—just before I open my eyes!