The old lies on the bosom of the young,
A temporary shelter;
Before being swept away by a breeze
Or being broomed off by the gardener.
Life is a cycle of green-grey-green,
Everywhere around we can see this scene.
Dhaka
16 September 2022
(While walking around the Baridhara DOHS Pond.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem