Tangerine

Once I leave this body
Won’t I ever come back to the world again?
I hope I do return
On a winter night
Bearing the pitiable flesh of a chilled tangerine
Right next to the sick-bed of a dying acquaintance.

Translation of a Bengali poem by Jibanananda Das

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