(A poem of mine in English translation):
The house stands the way it must have stood here years ago.
The windows are open. The sun is streaming in.
Things are lying about wherever they did.
Almirahs, books, shelves. Other things, too.
In a corner of the front room two chairs. An old person sits in one of them, the other is vacant.
No one will turn up, it seems.
--- Rustam
--- Translated by me from the Hindi original.
© Rustam Singh
