Al-round unto horizon/stretches the baren land/spread like a widiowed -young or drought scattered every where/ what a picture of sterile infertility-and yet/ olden peeling off trees -enthroned in hope of return/ while some uprooted trees-tries to crawl to get up and grab
Time itself is dead on termite-spread of every -sphere
the desert grows with famine-grip/ the deprived green suffers from starving infancy/ and overhead, the furios Sun stares in rage
The foxes are free and hayena dances in festive mood /while, no seed hold -promise of any form/ the sky in desp in sepir/ Even then the deprived earth dreams fertile dreams with surviving seeds//
The drought - the drought - the drought / yet the barren womb does wait in grief/ Prasites have golden time , as not/ helpless as self -dependent ones/Amidst the despair state / and new born sun ,in rising hope, and starving grassy green/drems of 'stalwart' parents - growth
The mirage answers loughing loud/ The mother Earth - cries out - deep , in vain !(the poem was written in 1970s ,in Bengali ;published in "SAMAY BADO BYANGO RASIK" in 1985 from CAlcutta); NOw translated on 22nd ,Oct. '09 by the poet)
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