Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
The stars of the eyes are dense fog
Manik Chakraborty
In the stars of the eyes,
the dewdrops are accumulating in the dense fog,
I am losing my way in the darkness,
I am crossing the Indus.
The stars of the blue sky are searching for dreams in the folds of the clouds,
I am looking for a life without a life.
In the middle of the road, at the end of the day,
my body and soul are helpless,
The song is lost from my voice due to pride.
The cry of a bloody child.
Manik Chakraborty
Today on the gray ground
the cry of a bloody child.
Gunpowder burns,
the body of hunger.
The cruel
cry of humanity,
the sound of birds is silenced today.
The city of civilization is immersed in darkness.
The
cry of the destitute people floats in the air.
In the salty water of the eyes
looking for shelter,
a handful of food
