Classic Poem

Still here are some people
who prefer darkness
and prefer going to village
with their wives and children.
At least at the departure of electricity
(Victory to load-shedding!) some people climb the roof
for free air and look upward to the sky by mistake.

Still here are some people
who venture to purchase books of poetry,
listen to Hemonto's* songs,
stare at the starry sky
and groan 'Mom! Mom! ' seeing her face in a dream.

Still here are some people
who, seeing the axes and the woodcutters,
feel their hearts being heavy with pain and disgust.
Still here are some people
who love trees,
love rivers
and extract pleasure from fertile women.

* a Bangali singer