Dont know me

He doesn't know meI don't know him either

Between us there is a lake.That is full of fishes.Those fishes are neither his nor mine.Those fishes are not oursAnd that's the relationship between us

In that lake lies the fallen sky
I see the fishes submerged amongThe valleys of clouds in that skyThe fishes flicker those clouds… a little.
Can there be some fishes unafraid of the birds?To know that you must peek into the lake

Does he see all these, I think
And does he read my thoughts?
I can never imagine what he sees in the lake
Or did he ever try seeing?
Oh... let him think whatever he wishes.
There is a cigarette in his hand; and in mine too.
That is another of our bonding
We both have cigarettes

I think the smoke from my cigarettes and the clouds are friendly.That's why I am sad about the dead clouds in the lake.
He doesn't think that way; his face is a give-away
He doesn't seem worried… about anything
He may be bored; maybe, that's why he smokes

He is darker than me.Hmm…that too is a bonding
But he doesn't know thatI am fair… I pretend to be dark

May be, he was fair too
And got tanned when his mother forgot him
Or maybe, he is simply that – dark

The Sky..The Lake of fallen clouds..Smoke circles that befriend the clouds
And I, the fair one!

trans : Rajeev Nair,
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http://www.rajeevsnair.blogspot.com/