On such sultry days/ it's better to keep awake / taking a reposing posture from day to day/ If I woo sleep - weariness grows apace / and I dream dreams that are fatiguing
No longer in my dreams / can i play the role of a prince, -of fairy tales / nor spin a yearn of the 'Winged Horse' /What foul weather waylays me / behind the screen of dreams / I retreat/ all over smeared with blood /ruthlessly smitten by nightmare
It's better far, to sit up and recline / and put up the semblance / of being alive.
(Translated , from Bengali poem of 1970s, by Umanath Bhattacharya).
* Title changed by the poet.
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