Bengali Poetry (Translated)

Though we shall not meet again...



In the throng of endless stars
if you find an address,
take me with you—
I'll burn this flesh in the mortal world and come.

The moment in your soul
my emptiness swells stark,
when your eyes grow dim—
come searching for me.

Perhaps we'll never meet again...
just hold me in your breath.
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