A few lovers to visit the park after eleven at the same bench ,
where they loved to meet .
The young green grasses fail to recognise him . The young plastic laid aside thinks him a vagabond . A few , still in search of handkerchief under their seat .
There is a lake in front of the seat . Many stones laid silently under water
that had been thrown long back .
They got separated
and failed to raise high as a mountain .
The day walks close to its end .
Still , a few lovers to wait on the bench or in the lake ....
Where she loved to sit , before her death .
Translated by Sandip Das