Abu Sayeed Obaidullah
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You'Re Not Shivering, O Carcass
You're not shivering, O Carcass
Weary herds of cows and market-men left the place in a bunch.
Mounting religious-compulsion ends up in control of the frontier.
The peels of mangoes, tinsel lie beside the meadows.
The profound clinches of girls and the love of bamboo-leaves
are immersed in the morning river.
You are not trembling, O Corpse!
The hair is flying in the wind
How the longing to return halts the commune of the apes!
Somewhere, far away, the night of the body-music
spreads across the bed and the bodies cuddle each other
with the ...