Bengali Poetry (Translated)

The bloodstream of invisible anguish




You told me to choose
any path I wanted.

I cut my veins—
bled as I should...
you didn't see.

From the torment of my mind—
I removed you...
you couldn't hear.

I gave birth to a new
unknown feeling,
you didn't recognize it.

This is another heart's desire—
I was defeated.
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