O Soil - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
Don't be fertile more,
Don't be a mother;
Child-traffickers, like mad dogs,
are moving everywhere.
Don't conceive any green more,
Don't conceive any forest;
The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers,
are sharpening their axes.
Rather become a desolate graveyard,
Rather become a melancholic desert.
Translated from Bengali by the poet
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