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,
this hatred, this indecency.

Like the God Himseld,
you wanted a powerful, shrewd opponent
against you;
so, this pervading bias,
this disgrace, this bloody homage.

Like the fuel,
you had a blazing hunger
in your heart;
so, this buring thirst,
this nausea, this flesh-war.

You were more intense indeed
than firesorks~cloud~God~and~fuel
O upright man;
so, you still exist
in battles, in self esteem, in history.....









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manush hey
tr: kamalesh bandopadhyay

CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-man/