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Whisper with each other, living old mother
Looks up on the sky- speechless.
Darkness gradually deepened
This darkness cast shade on neem tree
Inside the courtyard a ghostlike owl hoots
Making gurgling sound the steam engine runs
Black smoke makes the darkness darker.
I'm awake at the midnight- day and night is akin to midnight!
Wind stops blowing burning down piles of coals,
The steam engine erupt smoke
Wide sky is engulfed by dank darkness
I see face of my sweetheart, faces of lovely child-
I see- two caged birds restless
Prepare nest with twigs and branches
I see flocks of black bats
Make chattering sounds in the room with theirs wings
Winds stops moving
From those wings of the bats
Like intoxicated addiction dense, thick cool-darkness
Befall all around.
neem: A tree of Bengal famourt for its medicinal value
Translated by: Siddique Mahmudur Rahman