You are stuffing gunpowder into
the silent cannon
All by yourself. When winter is
over
Why do you stuff gunpowder
Into the cannon?
I wonder:
Is Megasthenes’ grin also
Megasthenes?
Within this power-operated
Charade
Brown horses fly
—Engines rumbling and robots
coughing by.
Are you still stuffing gunpowder
into the silent cannon?
[Translated from the original Bengali by fellow poet and friend Subrata Augustine Gomes]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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