Leaving very comfortable warmth
I was reluctant to come
Forcefully I have been sent to
The blazing fire of the earthen furnace
Even there was no relief of huge crying
From the bone crushing claws of the Harpy eagle.
Seeing a lot of claptrap and complexity
Seeing the dirty politics of knotting hair
Sent myself to the solitary forest from scratch
To be lonely in this manner is the best in the world
Staying inside the shell of a snail is an immaculate beauty.
From the time of arrival there was a rush to go back
However, Chand Miah, the fact is that-
At the time of departure, looking back-
I don't know where, I see a hard twist,
I feel a pathetic pull inside!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time is passing; we are growing old near to death; and we lost the past as non-returnable; life is such foundation that non-refundable! nice to read you
Thanks Dear Poet.