No sleep-
Just numb like immersion
Just lying down on the tent
No scent of any woman back to the side
No deep breathing deeply into the chest
There is no satisfaction anywhere..
After the full moon entered on the sky
The night cracked!
I woke up in a shock at owl's call.
Beside my tired helmet,
My armor is also sleeping in fatigue-
Lots of swords hitted roughly-
So terrified, clumsy.
I got up outside the tent-
A rabbit is bathing in the moonlight
The marble of his transparent eyes
Like the Blue flowers, so nice!
A piece of cloud coming
How the great speed it have!
Shining moon is offering to cover itself
Cover all the beautiful world!
At a glance like a hypnotized
I was enjoying the terror of the clouds.
Terror of human is greater than the clouds, Although I am a fighter
And the fighters find no color of blood.
But yesterday, blood splatter taught me
The color of pain is actually red.
Since then in the head..
Feeling with my emotion
With my passion
And with my profession
Inside the burning rage ..
Endless red.. and red.. playing and made
All colours gloomy and fade!
I was like in the pool of blood
Sinking slowly ..
Even my formidable body ..
My wide shoulders ..
My voice ..
Firm lips ..
Sharp nose ..
Pair of eyes ..
Became panicked blue.
Inside the rabbit's eyes
I noticed playing that blue.
As if in the shadow of glorious night
Two transparent eyes floated
I can't let off my eyes.
So I do-
Like the rabbits
What he saw in my eyes?
Any blue flower?
Shadow of a night?
Or the color of pain as red?
It's a poetry as I first tried in my native language Bengali, then write another one in English for my foreign friends. It's not actually translation of the Bengali one rather than having same tone with some different words and feelings. You may go through the previous one: কবিতা: পরাজিত যোদ্ধার ডায়েরী
