From the darkness of night comes a nostalgic scent
Here and there loathsome shadow
With the wailing of stubborn sunlight
The entire city bursts up
We can not forget that experience
In our routine gossips at the bus-stand and tea-room
That moaning floats in the air
Asphalt of the avenue melts in noon heat
City life has been covered with ugly darkness.
Wind carries melancholy scent
Wherever we go- in the office, roads
A soundless horror chases
As if a wild dog
Chases us every day
We are going away far from a truth constantly
Terror is chasing us from behind.
Translated by: Siddique Mahmudur Rahman