The Blank Poem by Soumen Chattopadhyay

Intensive desire and sweat of the stone
Are sleeping after kissing one another
Have slept

In my own unequal growth
I moved away to the unknown distance

The bell leaf, smeared with sandal, floats away
One day, the distressed person, floats away
The accentuation of the Upanishad, floated away, long ago...
Oh! My night! Go to float
Long disablement
In the sableintimate river water—

Less love — I have spread the blank in the last festival

Two inverse perceptions are asleep now
After a deep kiss