Please touch the sky

You are becoming small and small;
Day by day, you are becoming puny.
A small room along with its small veranda
And a bit of sky above you
But you were not like this!

You always stood under the wide open sky
And you built your room and veranda below it.
You used to increase or decrease the size of your room
as per your necessity.

You always wanted to enlarge your heart
You always wanted broadness and expansion so much
                                     that your heart bled ceaselessly
But you never liked the small room
                                      and its small veranda.
So, please be like that YOU
Who always wanted to touch the sky.

Kolkata, India

Note: Translated from the Bengali poem written on 07.05.2002