Bengali Poetry (Translated)
In the Depths of Rebirth's Dream
In my next life I'll be the sky, a story folded in blue, the cricket's call, a barren grey field stretching through.…
In my next life I'll be the sky, a story folded in blue, the cricket's call, a barren grey field stretching through.…
My restless time of wandering winds stops short in you, stilled—I know this. These days I'm such a stranger in familiar mirrors,…
My beloved, Accept these tender, colorful greetings. I will not ask how you are, lest I pierce you with needless questions and…