Aninda Sundar Biswas
Breeze Through My Heart
When the dappling life become spoilt
the horizon found the line of life
When the ruddy sun lost in the dark
the woods rustle from edge to edge.
When the southern wind turns to be simoom
And the flow lost in the sand,
When the tender lives drooped in fierce
the flamming sun smashed the earth.
When the storm broken down the nest