Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Before my very eyes

Before my very eyes
those golden mornings scattered with shiuli blossoms
turned into nights of clouded vision, helpless dark.

Now children across the world
are kicking against the tyranny of age,
while the old invoke God's feeble name
trying to call them home.

And all night long the stars in heaven
count sleepless hours
in prayer for yet another dawn.
Before my very eyes...
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