The Unfamiliar Wind Poem by Abdur Rob

At the base of that night
One star fell,
Even today, he is like destiny in my chest
A wound that has been cut;
I'm his wound.
The two of us are our unfulfilled
Secret ambition.

Writing, by cutting on a stone slate, he also writes:
Nithur*, you have done well.....

The unfamiliar wind blows us away
In the land of cactus.

Time flies with the hourglass,
On the black-and-white photo, so do we.

We write neither Gemini nor Goose
on the black and white slate of the world:
Incurable disorder;
Candle — burning memory;
Shallow feeling and all unresolved understandings.

Nithur, you have done well.

* Heartless person

- Translated from Bangla into English by Shromona Hossain