Classic Poem

Those who will go back to the civilization of cow carts,
Those who will go back to the age of the hand fans made of the palm-leaves;

Those who want to cross seven oceans and thirteen rivers on foot;
Those who want to fill up the the east and the west by the odours of dead men;

Those who will go back to the spell of witches,
Those who will go back to talismans and superstitions;

Those who believe dogs are more faithful than men;
Those who trust on the ghosts of fate more than on war, procession and slogan;

Those who will destroy the dwellings of the mankind with bulldozers;
then they will build up with love on that debris the palace for fox and boar;

My poems bear bad news born in fire
only for those idiots angry like cobra and ferocious like hyena.

Translated by Sayeed Abubakar from Bengali