The Driver
The Last Sun
("Prathom Diner Surja" )
By Rabindranath Tagore
The sun on my first dawn
when I was just born:
asked: "Who are you?"
I had no response.
Years and decades were gone,
on my last day, the last sun
across the western horizon,
on a quiet twilight,
asked the last question:
"Who are you?"
I had no response.
© Translation and Photo by Snehendu Kar
From: Sesh Lekha (Last Scrawl); Sanchayita, p.838
Copyright © Snehendu Kar | Year Posted 2017
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