অনুগ্রহ করে অপেক্ষা করুন। ছবি আটো ইন্সার্ট হবে।
There must have been some problems
With our living,
Living the life of a wounded grasshopper.
And the lights and its rituals remain unnoticed.
We hardly know how
The Sun leaps out of the horizon on his chariot
We hardly know how
The clouds, cumulous and calm, gather to soothe the busy streets.
We hardly know how
It rains, and the green becomes greener and the lively becomes livelier.
Often I feel like an outsider…
And as I live now
Under the conspiracy of pens and papers,
I am wounded and caught in an air- conditioned box
To let my afternoons pass in vain.
