Solitude of Protected Wilderness

Who treads there?

Who ventures down the forbidden bridle-path

winding thro' thickets in the dense backwoods?

Time and again, memories traverse--

(Mind) reminisces Oak-Cedar-Rhododendron

At times, the fiery red flames of Sal-Simul-Palash

flashing in the lush woodland yellow and green.

And peeps through mangrove forests Kend and Garan

standing high on briny water and mud,

Or, ambles down the beach dunes, gazing at Jhau-Cashew-Casuarina

and Prospis Juliflora in desert sand

thorny bushes, fallen leaves here and there

wild grass-flower dandelion.

The dabbling mind meanders again--

Recalls the ivory spring-water rustling

on the pebbles-gravels-rockbed now and then.

Who thou explore?

Proceed no more; ruffle not the memoirs

Let the mahua-sozzled mindset remain ever

In tranquil solitude of protected wilderness. 

(My translated poem published in the book titled: World Poetry Festival 2011.

Translated from the original in Bangla written by Rathin Ghosh.)