Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Being-Alive

What kind of living is this!

The one person closest to my heart,
whose touch, whose voice, whose breath
I need so desperately to live—
not even a glimpse of eyes
do I share with them, ever.

Every moment I live with the one
with whom I can never live.
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