Noboday Has Died Today - Poem by Rayhan Rhyne
Once Yama asked a grave-digger, for whom have you dug grave today?
The grave-digger smiles, you know-
nobody has died in our city.
The grave-digger: eyes cleansed with death; death frozen in heart;
as though he himself is as abysmal as the underworld,
the most deserted grave.
Yama: with a body composed of terror, has to travel, as always,
with the helpless denying of men,
along the midday between life and death;
still, Death has made him after His own image,
as pathetic as himself.
Yama says, here’s my leave now, today.
The grave-digger says, so I also have been a bit more tipsy today.
Today nobody has died in our city.
(Translated From Bangla by Raihan Sharif)
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