A Call to the Man

Sabiha Huq

 

O Man, My Man!

Is it true that men in their fifties need to enjoy their age,

And take their last adventures before retiring? 

What do women do? Do they sing Solveig’s Song? 

 

Someday, when you will not feel the rush of the blood anymore

When days’ rays will turn soft and the dusk will call you home

Your tired body will look for its resting nest 

And your weary soul searches for its mate

Among delicate bones and disappearing flesh 

A moment’s peace from the bustling city and sirens of hoards

Come here gently, sit by me, let’s ride our boat through the Rupsha

Passing Ichamati, Shibsha, down to the mouth of the Bay of Bengal

It will gently and merrily carry us to the end of the world.

 

Leave money, matter, manhood and mind game 

For a second if you think one life is not enough 

Just rest your back and look upwards heaven for the rising moon 

Don’t regret for another life as you see the congregation of evening stars.