Dig my grave

Dig my grave, will you?
I am ranger looking for dust
I have a knife, blood-sharp
Many heads have rolled over it
The stains have started to hurt
And memories are bleeding.

I'd put myself to rest
For tired I am of the murders
Killing might be peaceful
For soldiers, not for me;
I have a lake of blood
With nothing to clean my skin.

So dig my grave, will you?
I have reasons to sleep!

Chithi

ki korbo bujhe pelam na;
naam ta chena, manush tao
kintu asamaye katha gulo achena.
mom er aloy chithi ta puriye dilam;
andhokar, r pora sholter gondho
khola janlar baire byasto, jibito kolkata.

 Mom ta abar jwalalam,
deshlai er moto onek kichui swalpojibi
michei swabdo kore jwole othe
tar cheye lighter-i bhalo;
swabdo nei, uttap nei,
tar sob kichui anguler muthoy!

Aro ekta prem bhanglo,
Neerobe dekhe cholechi
Hoyto dukkho pabe kichu din
Abar preme pore dhak dhol petabe
Ami sahosh paini r sudhu
Sob bondhui pelo, boro holo
tai notun arekta break up er khobore
amar research jiboner theory mone elo-

Saradindu-i hok ba Chandrabindoo
Bangalir pete prem sahyo hoy na.