How Much Is Left To Be A Corpse Poem by Mr.R. Amin

How much is left to be a corpse
Oxygen-free social coffins, coffin walls,
The color of the walls-
Everything is lightless, odorless
Or monstrous smelly
In the meantime, fall and build up
What a man, or human form?
.
No words on the face, words silent,
Frozen hands and feet, thighs
Eyes-face-chest,
Throbbing is stopped in silence.
Conscience, emotion is already
Dead-House is dark
Yet people is in the shadow of life,
Slight quenched lighthouse
There are people in this house!
People; The face of people.

If this is what the corpse is called,
How much is left to be the corpse?

Syed Ahsan Kabir, Bangladesh
Translated by R.Amin