I often watch a whimsical scene.
I have to see, which should not be seen.
He is the two wheeler driver,
And she is the pillion rider.
She would clutch him on and on,
As if, smog is pinioning the fairy dawn.
This is a glance of our metros,
‘Suman' can't say where the life goes.
This can be seen in broad day light.
It's nothing; it's nothing but our culture's plight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very wise and interesting poem shared definitely.10