Based on the poem "Kaal Sararaat" by Amitabha Dasgupta
All of last night my dream got tired of following a boy.
All of last night
His face was hidden all the time.
Writing a poem about someone whose face you cannot see, is very challenging
Shadows of clouds, birds and iron bars were floating across his body.
He was moving away effortlessly changing the frame one after the other.
I chased him like a sleuth's torch on a road that disected the dense jungle.
and then
halt!
All through my dream I tried and failed to see his face.
And needless to say, it is too hard to write a poem on someone whose face you cannot see.
