Sokal Roy Poems

I know,
Kusum you are not good
The broken melody is frozen in the throat after swallowing the tears
You have filled your hand with the story in the bangle
...

Never come autumn

========================================================
...

Then the day went by
I never saw him standing at the bus stop, the green umbrella and the sushi in his hand.
I used to come here every day wearing blue sari, I also used to stand there wrapping flower sleeve shirt-
I used to look with sly eyes.
...

'Nishit'
The auditory this rainy night
I still remember what it was.
She is youth groups chili, rice weevil is a beast!
...

Then-
One day all the poems stopped
I will keep my eyes open towards the tree
I ran like a blind sailor towards a city without any pride
...