You are special and dear!
But still sweetie!
Don’t expect the same old
frenzied love from me hereafter!
Is it only love?
Many other sorrows
and pleasantries
here!
Is it only dream?
Many other wounds
and epics
here!
My diary writes about you only!
My life gains in my possession
In the illumination of your eyes!
O’ my flower!
I said your shadow is my heaven!
Lover! Don’t expect these words
and these old frenzied love hereafter!
Today,
Early mornings open their eyes with shock!
Either a leadership or democracy
is cruelly murdered so easily!
In the fire of hunger and enmity,
the human life chars with smoke!
Here..
Flambeau for burning the hilly peneplain tracts!
Water springs to flourish the thorny plants!
Chastity is the cheapest commodity!
The wriggling patients in government hospitals!
Blood stained flowers!
Wounded sounding wind
from the grave yard at dawn!
What can I do?
These also affect me;
What can I do?
My grieves languish to sleep on your lap!
But, is it only love? Many other!
You are special and dear!
But still sweetie!
Don’t expect the same old
frenzied love from me hereafter!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem