FLYING IN THE AIR Written by Sunil Gangopadhyay and Translated by Dr. Md Siddique Hossain

FLYING IN THE AIR - Sunil Gangopadhyay Translated by Dr. Md Siddique Hossain M.A.(Bengali & in Education), B.Ed., M.Ed., M.Phill., Ph.D.(Bengali & in Education), D.Litt. Assistant Professor, Department of Bengali, Bangabasi Morning College 17, Rajkumar Chakraborty Sarani, Kolkata- 700009, West Bengal, India ORCID ID: https://orcid.org/0009-0008-3912-7101 Email: mdsh803@gmail.com That moment when your feet are pricked by a thorn If you fall down to the sound of unbearable That moment, woman, you became art In so many pictures, sculptures, advertisements you are forever Your that moment of pain, fear and helplessness No one will even remember the words Wow, you don't have to pay anything to be an art? You want it or not, that pose of yours Art will not leave. Men's legs do not become art Though men go more in the forest Women's pride is filled with global industry Men should not have pride Funny facts these are so me Men are the gems It is men who hurt women in many pains They keep you under their feet, again, place you on their head In the name of Goddess... Am I writing a feminist poem? The wind is blowing two pairs of teary eyes A fringe Wind blowing like a kneeling lion The helpless bellowing Failed love is flying in the air, anxiety of miracles Misunderstandings are flying in the air, women and men Someday at the right time, right place The dissatisfaction of not meeting face to face... ***