Tears on highway
Today all of we are the victim of civilization.
You may dead under a tree of a silent street
Red ants are enjoying your beauty
With the camera a reporter is there
A headline of your death news may
See in the daily newspapers
Photo of an unidentified dead body
Has got in a street
There will be photo of a perfect camera
Only an eye-an eye
A wounded eye
Looking an eye, full of love
I will understand
You have died last day
In the mid path.
Then For your death
Will I blame myself responsible?
Or the civilization?
– For your Death-Abul Hasan(translated by: Kallayni Nondi)