Like the fireworks, you wished some sulphurous
explosions in your life
So this solitary sadness, this guilt, this formless pain

Like the imperialist cloud, you desired to occupy the
entire zenith in your youth
So this begging bowl, hatred, this ugliness

Like the God Himself, you wanted a powerful, shrewd
opponent against you
So this pervading bias, shamefulness, this bloody homage

Like the fuel, you had a blazing hunger in your heart
So this burning thirst, this nausea, this fight for food

You were more intense than fireworkcloudGodandfuel
O, upright men
So you still exist in battles, in self-esteem, in history

CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hello-men/