BY GOPAL BHAUMIK, M.A.
(Rendered by the
author from his original Bengali poem.)
Our days are covered with dark shadows:
With great difficulty do we tread on the path of life–
But still there is hope in the secret recess of the heart,
We shall not be wholly defeated.
This life has become a stagnant pool:
But still the shark of memory plays in it;
Though confirmed atheists at heart–
We secretly long for the boon of God.
Our desires have multi-coloured butterfly wings:
We see season flowers at the dead of night;
But an arid desert lying by our side
Shows us the mistake and makes us ashamed.
We see marble palaces in the dream and rejoice:
But in this life the shade of the tree provides our only habitation;
The hard reality triumphs at last–
But still there is the desire to live.