By Nipun Barua
(Originally in Bangla, Trans. by Freevoice)
Everywhere we cheat,
Sometimes, we cheat ourselves
And sometimes others
Sometimes, we cheat both
No autumn-fleecy-clouds in our thoughts
No feathers like swaying Kaash flowers occupy us
Dark rainclouds grip our dark thoughts
Is there a definition of cheating?
Cheaters play with our conscience, emotion and feeling,
Cast nets over me and you as usual, for this and that
We are sandwiched!
Pressurized from all sides,
And get trampled,
Nobody keeps us in mind,
Discard us like a cough!
They take our words and conscience as sin
If they think of us, they cannot wield power
And amass wealth, they know,
So, they take us as abominable, untouchable
Let’s be cheaters!
Let’s be sly like a fox!
And learn cheating, degeneration, immorality!
