Bengali Poetry (Translated)
Life Runs Out
Just as before, your heart will receive not a single word from mine. My laughter or my tears—nothing has ever touched you,…
Just as before, your heart will receive not a single word from mine. My laughter or my tears—nothing has ever touched you,…
O Love! Who are you? Are you death? If you are death itself, then tell me— why do you make me weep…
Those who were never properly buried, I buried them all with my own hands. Those for whom no one wept even after…