In the holy bedroom of parents,
In the sinful bed of the fallen women
Sexual intercourse is prevalent.

The smell of workers' sweat,
In the beautiful perfume of the industrialist
Sexuality lurks in the air like a tiger.

Fold in the school college uniforms, office dresses
Sex is like weaving a thread.

Sunny Leon’s unashamed lust or
The glint in our simple laughter
Sexuality ignites electric bulb

Sex builds ever the beautiful Taj Mahal
Sex destroys the city of Troy again.
Yet who does not eat rice at the end of the day?
Sex is a lot like rice.

Sex in adolescence is the name of a revolution.
In old age, sex is just a dream of the past.
Another name for sex feels good
Another name for sex is love
Another name for sex is just sex.

This is the translation of my Bengali poem 'Obuj Jaunota' by myself. You could read it out in my profile.