Bengali Poetry (Translated)
Cold cold Om
My midnight yearnings, wild and deep, burn to ash in your wounded sleep! My dreamed-up country, realm of thought, where I pull…
My midnight yearnings, wild and deep, burn to ash in your wounded sleep! My dreamed-up country, realm of thought, where I pull…
Have you ever, traveler— broken through Nilanjana's pride? heard Sucharita's gentle words? seen Suchismita's radiant smile? understood Priyangbada's sweet tongue? If you…
My heart no longer consents to force you into anything. Such sorrow has never been mine before. I can no longer quite…