Awaking

I shall be waiting for you
Beside the highway.
In the full-moon night
You will look me
In the procession of fogs.
You are passing every milepost
That means you are leaving behind
The flying pollen of night,
Green paddy-fields, low lands
The light of glowing worms,
The silence of grass hoppers.

On which shoulder the country is moving forward
For that I am awaking.

The Bengali version was first published in the Eid issue of Daily Kalerkantha.