I'll Go Afar

I'll go afar for ever But won't allow to forget me. I'd be the wind-breeze right on your hair To embrace while you un-tie your plait. When the sky would be gloomy With all melancholy air On the muse of melody- you got I'd come to you as Cry To gaze in your heart. When many of your fen Assemble in your grand-fest. Who knows that poor who didn't get Anything at your gate Will come to remind you That very fact. While walking in the arbour You'd be stunned to see with pain His dead body is lying On the dust before you! (Translation of the renowned poet of India and Bangladesh Kaji Najrul Islam's work, dated: 13-04-2019)