What I didn’t say ever before
I couldn’t utter that even today
I tried to explain my inability
Whatever unspoken words remained
Pervading artworks like bruises and pains
You’ve sprinkled bitter taste of separation
Keep on giving those all the times
You didn’t make me happy
Not did you make the tree fruit-bearing
With all these complaints I remained silent
I myself made all dreams come to an end.
Translated by Siddidue Mahmudur Rahman