Mr. Bishu, a poet with a heart of sea,
The colours rest in peace,
In the psyche of his,
He takes pride in Kolkata, a wonderful city.
Different are his feelings,
Finding fullest appearance,
Through the utterance,
That his passion brings.
Go and catch the dreams my friend,
If you grab one, you must never forget to lend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem