Still here are some people
who love the darkness of nights
and love to go back to villages
with their wives and children.
At least at the departure of electricity
(Victory to load-shedding!) some people
climb the roof for free air and look upward
to the sky by mistake.
Still here are some people
who venture to purchase the books of poetry,
listen to Hemonta's* songs,
stare at the starry sky
and groan 'Mom! Mom! ' seeing her face
in a dream.
Still here are some people
who, seeing the axes and the woodcutters,
feel their hearts being heavy
with pain and disgust.
Still here are some people
who love trees,
love rivers
and extract pleasure from fertile women.
* a Bangali singer
Poetheart said every thing about it. and just I add to that- you are still the voice of romantic poetry in fact well done
Que lindo! ! ! ! Rhythm, story and a great mystery here! ! ! Is this a music, a poem a dance? ? ? ? ? Generous and poetic. Wonderful! ! ! Thanks for sharing Poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
People living their lives all different in character and spirit, so evocative with a sense of timeless observations of ordinary people! Excellent write!
Thanks, dear Hazel.