Still Some People

Still here are some people who prefer darkness and prefer going to village with their wives and children. At least at the departure of electricity (Victory to load-shedding!) some people climb the roof for free air and look upward to the sky by mistake. Still here are some people who venture to purchase books of poetry, listen to Hemonto's* songs, stare at the starry sky and groan 'Mom! Mom! ' seeing her face in a dream. Still here are some people who, seeing the axes and the woodcutters, feel their hearts being heavy with pain and disgust. Still here are some people who love trees, love rivers and extract pleasure from fertile women. * a Bangali singer