I fear him who only laughs, does not cry;
I fear him whose heart like desert is dry.
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A boy sitting beside the high way from dawn to dusk
breaks down bricks with hammer every day;the dream risen gray into his two eyesis to get onlya plate of coarse rice,neither the pilao nor the korma kabab.Yet he starves and passes his poisonous daysin the sun, in the rain – who tries to know that?New Year comes and spreads pleasures everywhere;you, the happy and the…
Going to slaughter the death like a bull felling it on ground
full of death more.Going to uproot the shrubs of weeds,we have filled our life-land with more weeds.Going to destroy the darkness with all its roots,we have fallen down slipping into the darkest ditch.Our wisdom is now eating our whole bodypecking at all limbs like a vulture.All our books and idle times of our laboratoriesare biting…
Soil,
Don’t be a mother;Child-traffickers, like mad dogs,Are moving everywhere.Don’t conceive any green more,Don’t conceive any forest;The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers,Are sharpening their axes.O Soil,Rather become a desolate graveyard,Rather become a melancholic desert.
There is no appetite in heart,
The infinite desolate appetiteRemains into my two eyes.There is no appetite in heart,For my heart is over-loadedWith your love.
PREFACE
When these poems will die one day; when all fame and immortality shall fall flat one day among the debris; when the Keokaradang, the Himalayas, the Twin Tower and the Great Wall of China will be flying in the air like the light dry skins of onions; when the eyes of Newton and Einstein will…
I asked him, ‘Tigers devour deer;
‘They will live beside tigers. It is the doctrine.Tigers never jump over deer if they don’t feel hungry.If the deer did not stay beside tigers, they would extinctfrom earth many days ago. Men would then enterthe Sundarbans, loading trucks with deer would come backto slaughter-house and destroy them over night.’