Leaves of the wild creepers
Move to and fro in night breeze
Piercing stony silence
A deer's cry blows all the night long
A tiger's cry roars
The sundarbans is in adversity
So do the geen delta called Bangladesh
A deer's cry blows all the night long A tiger's cry roars wonderful contrast in your poem dear Rahman. very nice. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sundarbans is in adversity. So do the 'green' delta called Bangladesh - great post thank you