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No body killed me, in our lives of Odyssey - a translation from Jibanananda Das , Poet and writer
No body killed me, in our lives of Odyssey No body killed me, in our lives of Odyssey - they are no longer to be seen There are crows in abundance around this balcony- yet, the tired one I knew when Life began No more- many years before there was a flock of those among plethora of mangoes and plums Crows to be seen, daylong, throughout, those memory lanes of childhood, serene Those days are gone by, this world will not remember those days, anymore Early dawn still to be in blossoming morn, and the bird chirping from the tree branch Still this day, I am caught up in amazing zeal, rumination The thought of this occupies me , only this. Where could the old soul be? What could happen? The river , inundated field, meadow , grass, those are all gone as time took those with. There. That day, that night, those droplets on hair, after the shower, soggy wet hands About those trees and fruits and snails and all about those young palms Those soaked sands, flower adored rural path, steamingly hot bowl of rice Where all of those gone?- Innumerable numbers crows are noisy soaring high in the sky Early morning, harvesting morning of today , with a heavy heart and heartache, unknown.
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