The rice-washing soft hand is now pressing

the head of the mouse, and beautiful

words are blooming on the well-lit blue screen.

 

 

Numerous swans come down from the note book

of poems; they feel suffocated in pond water,

they want to fly away in the intimacy of

the current of a river.

 

 

I want to accompany them in their flight

if somehow I can flutter wings .

 

I have two hands, not any wing;

with my hands I pluck out weeds from rivers,

and their violet colored flowers

are very comfortable and soothing.

 

 

 

 

22 October 2011

 

 

 

"চালধোয়া  স্নিগ্ধ হাত "     কবিতার অনুবাদ    ।

 

 

[Translated by Dulal Al Monsur]