What, if a singing bird has no choice,
But to quietly mute her own voice,
Who would notice, who would care?
What, if a brooding bard caps his pen,
Will there be anybody to see the pain,
And to visit his den to drop a tear?
What, if a babbling brook loses its way,
In the arid plains, in the soil parched gray,
Who would cry for rain, in a solemn prayer?
Dhaka
12 December 2014
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