Lost Handkerchief Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty
Lost Handkerchief
Beneath the canopy
Of immense darkness
shrouded with
fog of falsehood
our search
for light and truth.
From dawn to dusk
mound of pretension
is our strength.
Who knows!
If the angel meets us
on the platform
we are waiting
for the last train!
Do we have answer
to her question?
Can we back to ferry ghat
for the lost handkerchief? ? ?
A thought provoking poem. Well composed and conveyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/18/2024 12:47:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A thought provoking poem. Well composed and conveyed.
Thanks for so nice comments. Regards.