Bengali Poetry (Translated)
Mental Prostitution
I want freedom! This time I want freedom, beloved! Not from this solitude, but freedom from this melancholy toward solitude! I don't…
I want freedom! This time I want freedom, beloved! Not from this solitude, but freedom from this melancholy toward solitude! I don't…
Each time, in how many ways, how variously our small mountain peaks of pride and hurt have broken and mended—thinking of this,…
Fate! Destination! Life! Reality! Humanity! I'm sick to death of all these words now. What a fake life this is! Love! I…