Self-contradiction: Nirmalendu Goon

I was born one melancholy monsoon
But my favourite season is spring
I was born one July morning
But I love April afternoons
I was born at break of day
But I prefer silent desolate night
I was born in a village nestling in shadows
What I love is tree-less sunburnt Dhaka
I cried copiously when I was born
Now I laugh at everything I see
I shrank so that I could be born
Now I’m growing so that I can die

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