In your guillotine
(Translated by Asmaul Husna)
The ceaseless dusty-shower of twenty four years!
The eve-symphonies too bend in its way.
On the way, it sees
rivers do suicide -- - quietly-- - in the burning flame.
In orchard, the hot stream flows,
And, the darkness, of light-post, condensed.
Then, with the green of forest and black of darkness,
I will come to your guillotine;
-Pias Majid is working at Bangla Academy