He stands alone

My first blog this year. An attempt to translating "একেবারে একলা এখন ". 


Does he reach office on time ?
Eat well in the morning?
Carry the lunchbox along?
Or manage at the canteen?

Who washes his clothes ?
Or make tea like before?
What time does Dugga's ma come for work ?
I had to wake  up early.

Does he wear that shirt still ?
The one in outrageous blue.
His taste was just bad-
I gifted one in olive.

Which road does he take home:
That which winds left to the shop;
                         -shiv mandir
I could see by the window-
When the rickshaw halted.

Does he get straight home from office ?
Or stop at friends'?
To play cards and other bad things-
Or friends come home ?

The table covered floor,
littered with cigarette ash-
The glass rolls, so does the bottle-
They cling after a  while.

What if the bottle turn to shards?
His feet would bleed bad-
He wouldn't be in his senses-
Who would tend to him at that hour?

Why? There that girl is.
With who he swung in drunkenness-
Which girl ? That one ?
She fled long back.

 Very well ! He deserved it!
Who stands all that nonsense?
That girl was never right-
I got that long time back.

Who stays with him then ?
Family ?(Brother, mother sister)?
Never had one in three generations.
He stands totally alone.

Who lays his plate of rice ?
Or wake him in the mornings?
Who opens the door at night ?
Stands his nonsense of a thousand types.

Whose bed does he sleep in then ?
Who does he beat up in rage ?
Who does he beat up in rage?
He stands alone.
He stands totally alone.




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