JEEP

Jeep

There isn't much to do
but
to wait.
Other than waiting
there isn't much to do.

At midnight, the jeep stops
at the front door.
Even the sound of breath
leaps about the house
like an assassin; knocks at the door...
pulling at the roots of the house.

Has it stopped for good, at the front door?
After the long wait
comes the honking of unplumbed destiny.

The jeep dashes off.

Now even the house
waits
as it is written into history.

(Translated from the Bengali poem 'Jeep' by Antara Dev Sen.
Written by Hayat Mahmood, a leading poet from Bangladesh.)