Jibanananda Das (17 February 1899 – 22 October 1954 / Barisal / Bangladesh)
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Along the Tram Line
I walk along the tram line: night now deep
I hear the teasing of some life of the past:
‘You are like a broken tram—
there is no depot, you don’t need wage
Alas, when has this occurred! ’
That old life sinks behind
The star in the sky, in darkness.
Which way to go? The quiet city has not answer.