Many of the dreams, either big or small
I used to keep them all
Uphold on the tip of toothpick like a mushroom.
Thoughts too, follow a transgender human!
You-n-I and I-n-you- this myth-biotic relation has been shaken
by the complex reality of the recent time.
Have got scratches from the lilac green
And dying thousands' death alone, everyday.
Nothing in my hand to offer
Except-tears.
Translated: 27-06-2018.
*Translation of 'Mythojeebi Samparke'-
the original Bengali poem written by
the renowned poetess Sraboni Singha.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem