The last day is for the dandelion
which protrudes from the cut grass
for a bipolar inflamed snail
who is hauling too heavy house with him
for extinct shooting star in semi-darkness
for ozone, for the world, for a peaceful dream in it.
কবি শীলা পালের অণু কবিতা
So that pigeons fly in a peaceful sky.
A hungry man would not think about his daily bread.
Let friendship flourish in all countries.
People would completely forget about tyrants.