Comments about Jibanananda Das
Along The Tram Line
I walk along the tram line: night now deep
I hear the teasing of some life of the past:
‘You are like a broken tram—
there is no depot, you don’t need wage
Alas, when has this occurred! ’
That old life sinks behind
The star in the sky, in darkness.
Which way to go? The quiet city has not answer.