My Defense Poem by Rayhan Rhyne

I saw an unknown musketeer in my dream;
a pair of eyes of stone followed me
from somewhere very close, nearby.

Father said, he knows the kith and kins of some of the dead ones;
they sigh on the ribs of my mother, day and night.

I saw, an old man crying out, holding the fence of a grave,
in the womb of that cries I long to sleep at least one hundred more years.

(Translated from Bangla by Raihan Sharif)