A Fairy Tale

Once these paths were rivers,
these fields the processions of water.

One day on these paths
the princesses used to go by the pea-cock boats.
On these paths with huge goods
the merchants used to move.

These paths were rivers,
these fields the processions of water.

In these fields, the silvery fishes,
touching the uprising waves, how nicely
rolled up and down in the dark water!

Pedestrian,
am I telling you a fairy tale?

* Dedicated to all the dead rivers of Bangladesh

[Translation of the Bengali poem ‘Rupkotha’ taken from the first book ‘Pronoyer Prothom Pap’ (1996) ]

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