This number does not exist. Wherever I go whichever number I dial At the other end a strange voice says This number does not exist yeh number maujood nahin hai Not too long ago at this number I used to reach people Who said: of course we recognize you There is space for you in this universe But now this number does not exist it is some old number. At these old addresses very few people are left Where at the sound of footsteps doors would be opened Now one has to ring the bell and wait in apprehension And finally when one appears It is possible that he might have changed Or he might say I am not the one you used to talk to This is not the number where you would hear out your grief Wherever I go numbers maps faces seem to be changed Old diaries are strewn in the gutters Their names slow-fading in the water Now other numbers are available more than ever with and without wires But a different kind of conversation on them Only business only transactions buy-and-sell voices like strangers Whenever I go I desperately dial a number And ask for the voice that used to say The door is open you can stay here Come along for a while just for the sake of it any time in this universe.
Translation from original hindi poem Yah Number Maujood Nahin Hai by Sudeep Sen. The original poem appeared in the collection Kavi Ne Kaha (2010) by the poet.