You, Jhumka Lata Poem by Jahir Hasan

The Shalik belongs to none
I offer them rice and grains. They don't look
pretty enough if they don't keep flying
I chide them.

let the sun keep shining a little more.
I decide to visit Motier's home
Adjacent to the police station.

Jhumka Lata is her sister's name.

I will wander by boat
With the fake named girl.

Will her all words mingle with my discourse!
Well, thewordisn't eitherthe body
Or the part of the body.

Translated by Hosen Motahar