Value

A letter--- do you have any value of that?
I see it flying here and there..
at the corner of your room,
by the side of your bed,
On the sofa...
Or it kept flying each day
in your entire room.

On the table of yours
you left your sentiment;
you left your anger on the doorstep,
You left your jealousy in the bucket
                                    full of cold water....
And when the rain came in the middle of the night
Your bed was dragged into the water

And at that very moment
you cuddled me to be an island.

Lucknow, India

(Note: Translated from my Bengali poem written on 27.03.2002)