These things happen
When my logic halts near its door
Only to feel while it runs on…
I bleed as I was born as a sonar chaand1
Though it’s not for the whole day
Yet goes on and on with obvious appearances
After a spell, then it becomes close to my thoughts
When some human chews me up like a bitch.
Note: 1sonar chaand is a Bengali expression for ‘golden moon’. Here the use is ironical - as if one enjoys the privilege in some quarters of life like education, employment, etc due to birth in a low caste!
Translation of a Bengali poem of Manohar Mouli Biswas who is a leading Bangla dalit poet. He is the president of Bangla Dalit Sahitya Sanstha, Kolkata. He is the Editor of Dalit Mirror, a mouthpiece of dalit literature and Movement in west Bengal. His Email: manoharbiswas@yahoo.co.in
