A pair of feet active behind the wheel

that footfall seems familiar to me.

Tearing out the clouds of memory far away,

I’m looking back at a pair of feet and actually towards

its speed through the obscure lens.

 

The boy behind the wheel,

after a long span of time have appeared

again before my sight with all his green.

 

The detached lid of a barrel,

the left away wheel of a bicycle

or rickshaw gets life

after the boy’s force on his stick.

 

The metal road, concrete path

or even the muddy rustic path-

everywhere the boy was running non-stop ahead

dream possessed.

 

There moves a live speed

beyond the glasses of spectacles.

 

 

 

 

 

March 5,1998

 

 

''চাকার পেছনে বালক'' কবিতার অনুবাদ

[Translated by Dulal Al Monsur]