Buddhadeb Bosu

(30 November 1908 - 17 March 1974 / Comilla / Bangladesh)

To The Seasons

Having overcome the accidents of Winter, Summer, Spring, and the Rains,

I welcome at my heart’s evening the void, the null, the absolute zero

No longer prey to the whimsy of the seasons, I rejoice
In freedom from function,
liberty from thought, lightness of death

No longer wronged by the contingent, the wails of the grieving,

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