There Was No Smell Of Dusts Poem by Rahman Henry

There was no smell of dusts in the winds
It was not the season of dusts
either

But he got back from nowhere
We are made to believe
Even though others like him could be allowed to live
They will never return
Save their dead bodies

We cried in groups out of great ecstasy
Seeing him returned alive
We continued crying
and laughing
and hugging and kissing

The whole new moon
through the seasons of the Rains
Through all the consecutive full moons
till the arrival of the Spring.



* Original: Rahman Henry (in Bengali)

** Translated from Bengali to English by Akhlaque Ahmed