The Kite / Abu Karim
I avoid the company of my fellow beings;
rather with birds I open my balanced wings.
Day and night I hear the chirping of birds,
and with them I become a kite; none ever retards
me from the connection of a thread has its
root to an old woman or a boy having no business feats
all day long; the kite released from the boy far away
is really colored, nothing else can one say.
15 July 2010
'' ঘুড়ি '' কবিতার অনুবাদ ।
[Translated by Dulal Al Monsur]
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