am i to burst crackers or light candles or dance in open field or visit a darling spot to celebrate new year’s eve? or
who are in charge of the destiny of our boys? nobody, they make their own destiny when I get a job my worries for tomorrows’
প্রশ্ন আমি করবই হ্যাঁ, তবে ‘আমেরিকা, রাশিয়া, ইত্যাদি’-র রাষ্ট্রনায়ক কারা, বা ‘মহামন্দির মহামসজিদ কবে শুরু হবে ভারতে’ বা ‘আজকের নিফটি কত’, না এরকম কিছু নয়।
At global village We are the happiest beings. We’ve trammelled long grass, cut forests Mined earth’s gold out of its aching belly, Made holes
Hair dishevelled, Vermillion cleansed, Skin creased, eyes sunken, Face dry, and voice choked. I ask, ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Your uncle died.’ ‘How?’ ‘Just a fall
O, lovely trees! In winter you shed And in spring you bloom In hot summer days Under your shade Peasants rest, birds carouse.
By the river bank At the forest edge The sun goes down. Water turns gold, And sky orangey. Columns of white herons Perch
Don’t fear, dear, I do no harm, I promise, For one eve let me sit beside you. She coldly stares, and her Eyes fixed
When children cry I cry. When a girl is raped I laugh as a madman , when a clash is fought among
Four corners I have In one are buried my ancestors. In the next There sleeps a cooking pot. Over the third thatched roof
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