I get late. I am late
in all my work.
The reality is, I can't do
it just don't happen.
Can everybody do everything?
Is it possible?
The faceless mob move away
when it's late.
The quiet memoir then sits on heels
awaiting emptiness...
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'Deepankar'
Translated by Asim Kumar Basu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem