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'Desire' by Keshab Kumar Gayen

He wants to get it,

It might become tough to him.

At twenty, he dreamt, at twenty two

He goes ahead, and undreamed.

 

Known, it gone difficult,

He tried a thousand of times.

He fails to be doctor.

He lov'd philosophy.

 

Become unable to possible in life.

The dream is destroy'd.

I, stand beside of the man's flame,

Realising whose incompleted wishes.

 

The man wanted to be doctor,

Today, he died, without doing the course.

Atonement, of his life, is out sight.

He's a noble man to me.

 

I, salute him. I will fulfill it.

Man tells me, "my son you'll do for me?

I'll help from hell or heaven.

God might not want me to do it."

 

I say, I'll fulfill your dream.

He said, my son do go the dark place.

They'll not give success.

They destroy you. They do not teach.

 

Finally, I thank to man.

I tell, I'll not try my best

Rather i must do.

Dream is end, it's alive.

 

My son, my flame will not be end,

Complete my dream, I will I will.

My life's ending is not simple.

Sadness and depression covered me.

 

Years gone, I didn't complete man's wishes.

Today I'll go the graveyard,

I will get pardon.

I, went, the man says I know.

 

You not fulfilled, don't worry.

I'll wait for another one.

At man's place, I was crying.

Man is out.

 

I tell father I will try again

I will try again.

Man hasn't given any reply.

Finally, man is out.

 

'Domestic Life of a Slave' by Keshab Kumar Gayen