আমি অনেক দূর থেকে দেখছি। পৃথিবী দাঁড়িয়ে আছে একটা হাতির পিঠে। হাতিটা দাঁড়িয়ে আছে একটা কচ্চপের পিঠে। কচ্চপটা দাঁড়িয়ে আছে একটা বুড়ির পিঠে...

There must have been some problems With our living, Living the life of a wounded grasshopper. And the lights and its rituals remain unnoticed. We hardly know how The Sun leaps out of the horizon on his chariot We hardly know how The clouds, cumulous and calm, gather to soothe the busy streets. We hardly know how It rains, and the green becomes greener and the lively becomes livelier. Often I feel like an outsider… And as I live now Under the conspiracy of pens and papers, I am wounded and caught in an air- conditioned box To let my afternoons pass in vain.