Bengali Poetry (Translated)
The River Too Is Drenched
To escape from my own hands one day I ran headlong to the river's edge. Suddenly I see shadows slipping into the…
To escape from my own hands one day I ran headlong to the river's edge. Suddenly I see shadows slipping into the…
One. Why do you wander to gardens in vain, when your heart itself is a flowering grove! Enter that forest, fill your…
My death will come on a restless midnight in spring, my newborn grave will be written in streams of light; the forest's…