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Shudhangshu will not go
From amidst the plundered
temple
And the burnt ashes of the homestead A disinterested voice reaches Sudhangshu - "Will you go then, in the end?" At the day's end Sudhangshu searches frantically Among the ashes For ownership deeds, broken glass bangles The inert box of a married woman's vermilion - The scattered beads of troubled memories.
The voice says, "The
looters have robbed you
But haven't left, they are lurking around They are wrapped around your daily life. The animal-visaged executioner Bides his time Under the vampire-wings of terror. Even then, do not go Sudhangshu."
The sky's blue is not
yet fled.
The trees, with their gentle ways Still fly their flag of deepest green. The brimming river Still shakes her waist Like a wanton gypsy girl. Sudhangshu too will not go Leaving this sacred land Like a warrior defeated in battle For destinations unknown.
Original Bangla version is reproduced below:
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