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The Song of
Life (Jibôn Sôngit) Translated by Faizul Latif Chowdhury Lying upon the stretcher perhaps fog clogs
your eyes Don’t worry, death is not another unjust
light; How come then so many people embrace death, craving a torch like flying
ants? Why would then men compose so many shlokes to make a ladder to the
heaven? Death today; but did not the matador die in He fought like a hero in the sunlight thinking himself undefeatable Suddenly he plunged into an eternal night.
Yet a Haryal Verily a the row of bullets
appears like a horizon. Yet we embrace day-light like an alcohol dealer Fill in the goblet ;− It seems compass, seas, sunlight Life in effect wiser than death. They are dead; crumpled between layers of the
earth. Still life gobbles up sun spots−
privately like a sun.
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