Murshida Ahmed
On the easel inside a square frame there’s an incomplete painting
A tree is going to submerge from the broken river bank
I love, so from my love
I am moving away from it
Now I’ve spread my bed down on the vacuum
I live in death
I do not taste life
I cultivate sufferings.
I love, so from my love
I am moving away from it
I’ve planted death in the abode of life
Thus I get death nearer to me.
I am moving away from it
Now I’ve spread my bed down on the vacuum
I live in death
I do not taste life
I cultivate sufferings.
I love, so from my love
I am moving away from it
I’ve planted death in the abode of life
Thus I get death nearer to me.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman