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Saif Uddin
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The calamitous people look for the
Shelter to find assurance and
of reliability in their life.
They don’t wake up at night
in the interest of
observing the moonlight.
They are living an uncertain life,
In the worshipped
and passing a turbulent time
for the sanctuary.
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The sorrow in the fist of both hands,
The full of my pockets.
It has been a long time,
the eyes are more powerful
than binoculars.
Only the troubles insight appears
like gigantic,
The ears are only listening
the melody of the deep pain,
The legs are suffering in the mud
since immemorial time.
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Translated by Faruk Ahmed Roni.
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Posted 8:45 am | Saturday, 11 December 2021
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