Sometimes something happens

Sometimes something happens to me.
In the calm, deep-flowing river, suddenly a terrible cyclone sweeps through.
Walking along the shallow riverbank, I feel like a young girl who has fallen into the water, like a magical Mrinmoyee from Humayun Ahmed's stories.
Something happens, even the moonlit, bustling midnight seems to turn into a dark new moon night.
Something happens to me... it feels like my heart is in turmoil, burning and turning to ashes inside and out.
Even the exuberant moon of the ninth night seems to bear the dreadful marks of pain, everything becomes scarred.
Indeed, sometimes everything feels shattered like a flood.
Occasionally, something happens to me. I can't explain it to anyone, I can't tell anyone. It feels unbearable, like a mother bird trapped in a hunter's cage, leaving her little chicks on the branch!
I feel like I am nobody, I have nothing. I just want to escape, from myself, from my own side.
Yet I am stuck, grotesquely hanging somewhere.
Just like that old song, my condition is the same today. Again and again, with a broken voice, the same song screams out… how will I break this cage… how will I break this cage!