No more of this poetry.
Bring on the hard, harsh prose instead.
Let the jingle of verse disappear
And the strong hammer of prose strike.
No need for the serenity of a poem;
Poetry, I give you a break today.
In the regime of hunger, the earth belongs to prose,
The full moon now reminds us of toasted bread.


[Translated from original poem 'He Mahajiban' (Benglai) ]

Sukanta Bhattacharya

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