Call Me By The Name, Would You? Poem by Rahman Henry

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)