I keep up my innocence
Dear mango tree you are my kin.
If I attain your silhouette in this assembly of hunting
as is found in perpetual Mango-orchard.
Shunning propensity turned out to be a norm,
Still I sense ecstasy, still I long for love from man.
What do you send from the distance?
In the Bishkhali field- rifles of the enemy,
and pigeon hunting- these dazzling internment
as the hunters at wild.
In this overpowering wind
a single flicker also has a flowery flame.
With all mind and heart of innocence
I keep waiting and ignite the Agar-lamp.
You come flying from the bed of a flesh-trader
and marry me.
Everything- the long twisting necklace,
the cinema show- are nothing but nonsense,
as is the idea of partition among the humans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah partition and divide n rule are disasters for unity. A great poem, n i like how u employd the mango tree. Nice to read u again bro poet.