Committed to PEOPLE'S RIGHT TO KNOW Vol. 4 Num 328 Sat. May 01, 2004       Literature Heaving A Deep Sigh Sheikh Nazrul, Agargaon, Dhaka Each life has its own sorrows Mine one is a withered bloom Each life has its memories Thine one is chasing butterflies Each life has its joys Mine one is swimming in the river Everyone has something to wish Thine one is peep well, dear, Each life has something to write Mine one is lighting a fire by rubbing life Each life has its own privations Thine one is growing into a woman Everyone has his own dream Mine one it to turn into a cage Each life has its own brook Thine one is a pool of tears Each life has one to be loved (madhabi) Mine one is to heave a deep sigh.