Doubt Poem by Abdur Rob

Birth is not history,
Just coming down from mother's womb.
You can stay in the mother's womb for nine months — not more.
So, come out screaming,
This is the beginning of the beginning.

Where is the water going now?
No one knows but they say
Running is good, someone is taking action by saying something;
Showing straight path, mortuary
Or the stomach of the invisible shark.

With swallowed fish
You too have joined the esophagus
Benthes, timeless and non-existent
A coexistence symbiosis.

I said wait,
Don't worry,
Cut the water with a gill flap
Twenty-five years will pass.
Once I could see in the dark

- Translated from Bangla into English by Shromona Hossain