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Nice one.. good theme..10 it is one of the greatest moment that God has presented the life's mission of woman is incomplete until hears the cry of child at gate Hasmukh Mehta

So many voices against the quality of this translation. I find it quite lucid with a gentle flow of emotions. Thank you, Dear Friends.

Extremely poignant poem. For a celebrated author who has been hounded by fanatics in her own country for her bold views first expressed in her novel " Lajja' and then in her subsequent publications, this reflects her humane side. A qualified Doctor in medicine knows the import of her statement. Organ donation cannot be equated with any other sacrifice. You are really great, Taslima Nasrin.

I am moved by your poem.. May she accept you then. A 10

Beautiful.....but poor translation...thanks

The act of leaving one's body parts certainly does deserve a poem! Rich subject; perhaps so much to express about it, but Taslima reduces it to a startling sense of a single question about the way we are treated while alive as compared to in death. Very Profound!

For I've vowed to donate my mortal frame there. So leave me after death at Kolkata. The city has willed to disown me in life, Will she accept me after death? - - - - - A poignant write.The deep feelings of attachment to Kolkata is very discernible- -whether in life or in death.

It's hard to bring the actual sentiment in a translation! The poet seems to be emotionally attached to the city of Kolkata!

The Poet seems to have a history with the city of Kolkata! I know the city too well, and return there to find my childhood, but often I don't - it's very different now!

Very poignant poem Taslima...congratulations! ! !

The city has willed to disown me in life, Will she accept me after death? .......so moving. It is a great query really whether your dead body will be accepted or not. A brilliant poem on query and well translated by Sujal Bhattacharya has peen shared here amazingly. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the member poem of the POD.

Will she accept me after death? A questioin deep from the heart

For I've vowed to donate my mortal frame there. So leave me after death at Kolkata. The city has willed to disown me in life, Will she accept me after death? yes we all accept you dear poetess.. we are poets who understand your thoughts and your life and your passion and your revolutionary bold mind. tony

i expressed poem we are all outsiders just some more than others.

When one is not acceptable in one's own motherland, forget the stroke of history. So feelingly writ, so well translated, apt choice for POD.

leave the corpse for vivisect in the mortuary... for learning the unknown! /// A WILL; GOOD WILL

The translation leaves a lot to be desired. Three theres, we have direction, but no clear path.

The poem was very interesting. I really love reading it ones, twice and thrice 😀😍😃