Take a glance at
The solitary flower
Red and brave
Braving the harsh winter
Keeping the valley, otherwise dead, alive
All have gone home
After taking holy dips
Ask the river as well, to
Take a few dips within, as
She has gathered no less moss
I keep awake, as the
New Year arrives
Colours and expressions
Become demure
Amidst these cold waves
What we need now
A desperate plunge, as we’re
Caught together face to face, and the
Fisherman is pulling his
Fishing net
And… let us seek light under this raw sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Translated from the original in Bengali by Tapas Ray