Bengali Poetry (Translated)
The Reverie of a Missing Nest
A cup of tea with you! Will I never again have the fortune of losing myself in that enchanting conversation woven with…
A cup of tea with you! Will I never again have the fortune of losing myself in that enchanting conversation woven with…
She goes, she goes away, oh there goes that girl, goes and glances back, laughing soft as pearl. She melts into the…
Still today I stand eager at the door to give a gift, standing motionless in wait— body swollen with bloom, eyes still…