There it is, again…swimming through the pacific air…from the misty distance
Have you heard it? Have you?
Ahoy mate…don’t close your ears…tell me…assure me…it is really happening?
Anchored the ship…hold the mast…hold…

Have you heard it? Have you?
The voice…no, voices becoming clear…like the sky in the summer…but, it’s not summer…
Anchored the ship…hold the mast…hold…
Oh..the voice is so seducing…so spelling…so enchanting…or voices…or unison…

The voice…no, voices becoming clear…like the sky in the summer…but, it’s not summer…
Did you see that…did you…there on the rocks…in the mist…like enormous fireflies…
The voice or voices are so seducing…so spelling…so enchanting…I’m losing the reality…
Are we in heaven…am I losing sense…the view…or is it the surrounding…so misty…

Did you see that…did you…there on the rocks…in the mist…like enormous fireflies…
Ahoy mate…slap me…hit me…I want to be unconscious…voice…voices…unison…
Allah…where are all…are they asleep…or they are on the plank… for the jump…
Allah…hold me…hold me…the fireflies…are…turning to…clear view…there…they…are…

From Poet’s Desk:

Translation of a Bengali incomplete poem written by me couple of years ago. I’ve been trying to complete this for last few days. But, after a strenuous brainstorming decided to let it be unfinished because there’s s’thing mystical in unfinished.

Daily Prompt: Heard

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