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Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Homelessness

June 15, 2025 1 min read By Sushanta Paul


I had just one room, you know!
Even that is gone now.

I can no longer...
enter that room at will,
cannot call out
your name in desperate voice,
cannot say—
I long to dwell again
in that room within your heart.
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