Graceful land woke up today with golden crops
Good news – and so sunlight laughs on the dew
drops
This Hemanta sings a song of rice
This happiness doesn’t have a price
Farmer’s spouse is making her head bend
She looks over the crop-field – golden dream –
and she is overwhelmed
Farmer is singing while harvesting crops
Forgetting all troubles while facing his job
This is Hemant – this is his day, laughing at
crop-land-clay
How happiness and merriment brings this
today
Godown will become full after one year
In the Hemant in Bengal, all in laughter
You gave us atomic bomb destructive war
You blocked my path through unremitting
deter
Thou warlords took the sky, pouring poison in
the air
Serpents raise their grisly hood to scare all us
here
Making the forest’s trees empty, fish-free water
We inhale breaths of poisoned air mixed with
lead
Please give me a blue sky and starlit night
Clear air, green woods and waterfall strides
What could a dream tell us of the future?
Everything is commodities as in trades, you are
If you want golden days, do save our hub
Don’t kill children, give us unpolluted love now
Debashis Deb är en poet och journalist från
Dhaka. Han arbetar på bdnews24.com
