Bengali Poetry (Translated)
Compensation for the Inner Fire
- I ask for temporary separation, forgive me; this momentary torment— preparing to traverse the long road. - What kind of farce…
- I ask for temporary separation, forgive me; this momentary torment— preparing to traverse the long road. - What kind of farce…
Life stepped beyond familiar rhythms... without even knowing. Nothing seems mine anymore; loving, being loved... all trapped in ownership's graveyard— staying put…
I no longer live amid the crowds that filled most of my life. In the presence of that powerless, frightened soul within…