Bengali Poetry (Translated)
Empty Vase in Solitude
A green dawn blooms against the pale blue sky. With the cuckoo's call night ends beyond the window, bringing mist's many sweetnesses,…
A green dawn blooms against the pale blue sky. With the cuckoo's call night ends beyond the window, bringing mist's many sweetnesses,…
Millions upon millions of bats have filled the world. You must have seen these bats, surely. With tiny black wings and the…
Now the hour of solitude! No trace of life remains. Movement itself seems to have died! All around—skeletons of humanity. What was…