Unmindful

I forbade the clouds to sprawl around this flood plain-

the clouds unendingly somersault around

my windowpane at the beckoning of

drooping hillocks though.

I am unmindful of cropping in terrace.

This monsoon, I'm rather looking for

my golden Bajubondh that washed away

the previous monsoon.

I no longer have any interest in Kanchan Jangha,

wonder if the Shonalu sunrays sparkle any longer

in black patridges' spotty tails!

These — the nights and days of the forest floor:

in it is the canopy of silky bosomed clouds

and alert roaming of red-necked patridges

…o would that they were mindful of my warnings!

Bipasha Haque is a diaspora writer with particular interest in life-the way it is. By profession she is a university teacher.