-Milon Sabysachee
The bloody walls of the House No 32 witness
the deaths around
calling the cold-door-bell with endless mourn!
That the mourned stairs with streaming blood
rolls on down the Padma-Modhumati
and the Jamuna rivers!
Just like the bowed down person praying
Bongobondhu with his wound bowed down
touching abreast the Niles
towards the last edge
of the green village
where lays
the silent floral body of Russel!
As it were,the red sari of the housewife
Turned into the pained blue- sari
its an untold pain
overwhelmed the endless blue sky!
That they blotted the stain on the forehead
of the nation –
they’re the frustrated gang of killers –
they’re ever the enemies of the nation.
But that house is the light-house
of the glorious history of Bangla!
Translated by M Mizanur Rahman
