One single growl comes to life.
        Hirsute, dreadful!
Not a known melody
In magical existence speaks out music of totality
I do not follow rituals
I remain with hilarious soil and human beings
In beneath in the water, sloppy
Silent waves fill with stones and sands.

My destination is the sea
I hear songs of the ocean full of awe-stricken ancient stones
Mingling with sands and pebbles
Current-clad waves wipe out attraction of the moss
Taking the maddening-posture of the soil
Like a granite stone I lay down deep under the sea-level
In my existence even today
Grumble of the ocean is heard all the times.




Translated by: Siddique Mahmudur Rahman

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