Memory Poem by Abdur Rob

At a time, life becomes like
I want everything;
However, the situation is crooked;
Forcing to give up,
Some, of course, learns to give up.

To memories
If you don't want to go, don't go
If you don't want to see, don't
Yet they have, the red light area
Becomes open thighs call,
There the days
Floats like a swan
In the darkness of night.
When the light falls on them
It looks like those white ducks
Are floating in tar water...

- Translated from Bangla into English by Shromona Hossain