Song Of Life Poem by aysa jhorna

Wherever you are the shower of
Light, infinity, immortality falls upon you,
Since, you and me are different worlds, different human beings.

Hearing the sigh of falling leaves of winter,
Tie the voices of god, staining Arjun’s bow.
Nakedness, slander take my obeisance to you today
Sing the song of rain, give the pain of burning fire,
Take-burn this pot of life
Light the incense of urge.
Pour the colour upturning the pot,
Step once unknowingly
The cat send you the messege,
She is in great danger.

Far and far-off the foxes are in a meeting
Jantor, mantor, fo, tug of two—
‘Stand brothers’
Don’t move, blood will flow from your throat.’

Tug of three. Covered with a piece of black cloth.

A sharp knife is coming to the throat—
The body is shaken, the last yell—
‘See brothers, opening your two eyes,
the throat is sharply slit—
now is my tirn, see my magic.’

The cover is removed, the boy’s laugh!

‘Wherever you are, throw your coins.’

Song of life, darkness is painful.
Darkness is fairwell, Darkness is inspiration.

Jibon O gan
Translated by the poet