Covered all ugliness and pain
of life with my “Anchal”
To create a home for you
Opened the eastward window
So that you can have fresh air and be friendly
With the moon, stars and sky blue,
A beautiful comforting hand
Over the sunburned forehead
Inspired the artist so much more
Rocks in the lonely caves of Ajanta, Illora
Became beautiful women and folklore.
I am totally down to earth
Like to play in sand and dust
To create an “Alpona” of my life
The small light burning in the centre
Lights my small world bright and fast;
The baby's laughter and soulful cry
Ask me to forget heavens, not to try.
Autumns came and went
With green leaves and flower scent,
No more colours in my brush
No more words of some class
An empty vessel, an old colourless playmate.
You are new, always, with the bond of love
I am proud to be with you
I am complete with you, and you with me
Together we sing the life's chorus.
I have no regrets whatsoever.
Mowed bent grass will decorate
The artist's gravestone
Hundred new will reincarnate
Through the gaps of my chest bones.
Only desist from decorating me
With your imagination.
I am a complete woman being, a poetry in motion. ❖
(মাতৃ হিৰন্ময়ী দেৱীৰ ‘মই নাৰী’ৰ ইংৰাজী অনুবাদ।)
এজন ডাক্তৰৰ কবিতা • ১৬৩
