Prisoners

by Humayun Kabir
I came to your home. I had thought I would beg of you
A little of the sweetness you have in your heart
To soothe the heartburn and the restlessness of life,
That the star of love might shine in my cool, silent sky.
The pain which day and night burns deep in me,
The discontent and lack of peace that weigh
Like chains on the feet and check the forward urge,
Put up barriers against the heart’s desires —
The same chains, the same bonds bear heavily on you,
Your desires, your hopes return to you frustrated, vain.
Baffled by the prison bars my rebellious, embittered mind
Longs evil and good alike in one common ruin to hurl.
Men and women we look helpless at each other’s face.