Weeping is bubbling up from the earth
The rain falls down from the sky
The light still emits from the history
Soft and flimsy
Absurd mouse gnawing up the memories lying the drawer
The dog of kahakab sniffs the bubbling earth
The warmth of human beings remains the bones for a long time
The sounds of breaking down of walls cries up whole day: Liberation
Why a unkept sound turn out to be dearer to people
The sound that are impounded in silence are bubbling up from the earth
Is the explosion-loving nature of the language imminent?
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman.
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