Our name is an ever-growing plant,
fast growing arbor, full of offshoots—
it didn't come to me for long time
Now-a-days
people, known and unknown
wayfarers
and friends
are calling me using pronouns
even you are doing the same
I am about to forget my name
It has been so long
once upon a dead-century
you called me once by the name
Would you do that again!
* Original: Rahman Henry (Bangla)
** Translation: Razia Sultana (English)
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