Glamorous lightweight raindrops  from the October sky keep 

As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn

The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom, 

Don’t you see— I can only write dark. 

August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent

Eternity collapses at the wheel of change. / Past is lost

but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes

Hark! / Busy work of Hands

teardrops trickling down / the valley / mingling with the static— / hollow waves of Kaptai lake

Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness

My train just started / I found my seat / When she called me

Was it a spectacle—filmed the whole incident? / Why didn’t you withstand? / Why didn’t you try to desist?

The night smoke carries out the riots of innocents,

Rose-tinted glasses are just red, and I have painted myself with the color now that the hollow of your eyes isn’t there, now that 

Somehow, the taste of tear gas

Stay in a group, never in alleyways

Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam

Leave a flower from your bun when you depart, my love.

The July wind brought in the scent of new beginnings

Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh, I love you.