Abu Sayeed Obaidullah
I keep up my innocence
Dear mango tree you are my kin.
If I attain your silhouette in this assembly of hunting
as is found in perpetual Mango-orchard.
Shunning propensity turned out to be a norm,
Still I sense ecstasy, still I long for love from man.
What do you send from the distance?
In the Bishkhali field- rifles of the enemy,