By: Binoy Mazumdar
Translated by: Kousik Adhikari

Mind’s remote part, greedy,
Eternal receiver,
I watch only the blanks, bringing
Different warmth,
Various winds create the cloudy wave
In the remote sky,
I think and feel so greedy,
After the love.
Remote winds of ocean
Where do you rush with this warmth?
Whenever I cry,
Wounded by eternal blows
Everyone thinks
Hunger incites me
Like the children,
They do not understand
The tales of pain.

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Binoy Mazumdar has penned the poem originally in Bengali. This has been taken from Binoy Majumdarer Sreshta Kabita (Selected Poems of Binoy Majumdar) published by Dey’s Publishing Kolkata 1981.