When we forget the name of a 'ghat' left behind;
When a known face cannot be recalled at any attempts;
When I forget how many a time I take part in mourning processions;
When water dares to forget your smell;
When a recipient forgets who donated blood;
When a new sorrow remains unnamed;
When we fail to remember when the last time we happened to live in our bodies,
a snow-white hand keeps hanging from a withering grave.
(Translated from Bangla by Raihan Sharif)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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