The last train left leaving me alone in the station
On the pale and lonely platform I’m a Shimul flower
Strewn over the dust.
In my heart I could hear the wailing of a deserted newborn baby
and destruction of a mega city.
Hasty passengers stepped on it again and again
The moments of happiness bring for me
All the failures.
I only miss the train again and again.
In every green station lonely stones
Are accumulated for me.
Like a beggar my own nature gives me emptiness.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman