The sun is shining

Winter in Kankan. Surrounded by thick fog,

Sight tied a little far away. Then again

Fog. Dark, white fog.

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Ten sick legs running together in the same rhythm.

With that goes the silver plow,

The plow of life is going on. . . .

The health of the two cows is very bad,

As much as their owner. What a knock

They are trembling, just as they are trembling

The owner too. No such clothes on them

No, the body of their owner is almost the same

Totally empty.

Wearing a loose towel and nothing else

No.

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According to Kalim Sheikh, these two cows are cows.

Another piece of arable land. Occasionally cows

He is very upset for both of them. Cows

Seeing the dilapidated bodies of the two, too

Maya takes. Kalim Sheikh's idea is his

Both cows may be upset when they see the body,

Maya is. Maybe they are nothing in the face

Can't say, but sometimes how

As if with dirty eyes

They look at!

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Kiri! There is no force on the body! Why Kharaili?

Come on, let's go. .

হ র র র. . Hot. . Hot. .

Kalim Sheikh is constantly with the two cows

Talking, and the cows are two

Pulling non-stop. Escape the plow

The land is being torn to pieces.

Kalim Sheikh has big eyes

Looking at the broken soil

Towards the pieces. This is not the soil, one

One piece dream.

Smoky white rice

Dreams. . . .

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Kalim Sheikh has two sons and two daughters.

The boy got married and separated.

And both the girls are married

When.

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Many, many days ago, father Rajab Sheikh

He handed over the plow to Kalim.

The yoke. Kalim was thirteen then

Will. Kalim Sheikh is so long

Carrying the load of the plow-yoke.

Even in this declining time of life

No rest, no fatigue.

There may be fatigue, but

He is absolutely reluctant to accept that

. That is why he is still holding on tight

The handle of the plow of life. . . .

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What will happen if the boys and girls leave, one

But Kalim Sheikh has not left yet.

Whom he got fifty years ago

On a stormy night. That night

The words are still bright in the memory of Kalim Sheikh,

It's like this day. . . .

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Kalim Sheikh was then sixteen or seventeen.

Rajab seems to have contracted a serious disease

Sheikh. There is no hope of survival. One day

At night he called everyone and said, today

His time ended at night. Of death

First he wants to see the face of the son's wife.

So in a hurry that night Kalim

Sheikh was married in a neighboring village

With "Nachimon Bewa". Nachimoner

The color of the skin was a bit black. So live

Seeing Nachimon at night, Kalim Sheikh's face too

It turned a little black.

Until then, the sky outside

Maybe it turned black. The beginning is intense

Storm. The storm stopped at dawn,

With that, Rajab Sheikh's life came to an end

The lamp too. What a strange thing!

The man had already noticed her

Talk about death!

Hot. . Hot. .

Tears in Kalim's eyes. Obscure

In a voice he said, how are you

Dad. .

Then the pond on the north side surrounded by bushes

He looked at the shore. Right there

Rajab Sheikh has been asleep for the last fifty years

Hold on. . . .

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Kalim Sheikh is a lot in this long life

Lost, many

He is gone. But that

The black girl is still by his side.

Kalim Sheikh took the helm and sat down.

The fog surrounded him

As if surrounded. Kalim Sheikh

Nachimon knows more days

Will not be with him, any time

Can go to the other address. Past

This black girl has been his for fifty years

That enlightened life

The light is dim today.

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Kalim Sheikh doesn't think,

How without Nachimon

His days will pass. Every day

Who will wake up in the morning? Who drinks

Make a mockery? Returning from work

Then who will wipe the sweat on the hem of the sari?

Tireless wind in the palm leaf fan

Can you do it? Jochna who is the old woman of the moon at night

Listen to the story? Who does not sleep in the head

Will Benny cut it? When on a stormy night

I will remember my father, then

Who will comfort him?

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Nachiman is also a moment of excitement

Kalim Sheikh can't imagine. That

Nachimon is slowly dying today

Moving forward, but nothing

Not to do. . . .

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Kalim Sheikh

He started sobbing. .

Guy is staring at his neck

Towards. What a strange thing! Two guys

How wet the eyes are. . ! !

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The sun has risen. The fog began to cut

Has done. The soft sun shines all around

Is slowly becoming. Kalim Sheikh too

Seventy-six-year-old one stood up

With the body. On a piece of soil

Dew drops on the frozen drops

The dots have started to dry out slowly.

Begin to dry

Kalim Sheikh who is hiding in the room

Both teary little eyes.

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Dreams never die

Never stops

Mass on the shoulders of the two cows

Moving forward with yoke, plow. That

Kalim Sheikh's dream is moving forward.

Many more days with Nachimon

The dream of survival. . . .