Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Yet One Must Lose



Coming close to you—
I wanted to forget
all my inadequacies...
I couldn't—couldn't blend myself with you.

Your behavior didn't hurt me—
only across this heart spread
emptiness's wounded gaze,
pain's unbearable crowd,
in your gentle voice, your shallow breath
there is no love for me.

I see, I sense it.
I understand everything...
I keep you here in these ribs,
yet still I must lose.
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