The Story Of Living And Not To Live Poem by Ravisankar Maitree

The story of living and not to live
Ravisankar Maitree

I want to remember a lot but could not;
Likewise I forgot a lot but could not.
I remembered some mistakes time and again
I remember very often something forgetting.
But I recollected some forgetfulness
Some lost faces could not search out.

Did not know how and where about
Those who were my close friends in all times
Where they were today, did all their memories die?

How were you the Vaty canal?
Ghostly Hijal tree is on the other side of the bil, you?
We would hide and seek in the paddy field.
The river Chandana, Gori and Modhumoti
Were remained in the speechless memory.


Pea and bean would never be burnt
In the fire with hay
It would never be plucked shapla Dhap
From Gazaria bil.
Boat would never be rowed
In the autumn moon lit night.
Gour, Kirton would never be heard
Awaking night.
The distance from Norocona to Paturi
Would not be walked on foot.
Running after train would not be done
Arkandi to Noliagram.
Rows of salik sitting on telephone cable
Would not be seen.