From an Anonynous poet'

Only once this body/ only once my mind /this sense of I-ness too only once/ and so much fuss and fan-fare , only for that/even for that ,--so much romantic joy on the face of my Creator/ So much vivrating warmth within self/for that alone the urge of creative miryh in the straming blood/the un-announced desire for inviting life/ for that alone the bossoming spring -dance of joyous Nature / And razor-sharp sword of night.---------------------------/The inviting mirth of ever-burning desire in body and life/ and the waiting life for fulfiment/ ----and so muh desiring hope ---for what/ The efacing map-lines on the entropic physical existence/for a final desolution leading to ---/where /

( translated from Bengali by phani basu, 2003 )