Aniruddha Pathak Poet Narrative

The Hungry Stones, Forebodings of things to unfold- VI

With newspapers all read and dinner done,
I put out the lamp that shone like the moon,
And stretched into my bed hoping deep sleep.
Through open windows, stars began to peep,
And framed the nearby hills and darkened woods,
Which wondered, gazing from their altitudes:
‘Why should these fleeting mortals sleep when we
Keep watch all night across eternity?’
The thought amused me a lot like a child
And I felt like laughing aloud and wild.

I knew not when or how I fell to snore,
Nor how long, but awoke with sudden chills,
Hearing no sound, no shadow at the door;
The steady brightest star had set past hills,
The moon in stealth had tiptoed through the door,
Ashamed to look upon the bedroom floor.
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana,
divided in I to XIII parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.

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