Cars running away;
Flying high
Cleaving the highway...
Under shadowy calmness
Dormant far-off neighbourhood
Only skyscraper apartments
licking the sky...
Off and on comes
Reverse wind raising hood
Small and large branches trembling...
Whose father has ability to say!
Whether the time is the evening or the morning?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rightly drawn of the picture...an image i find as if i am riding my byke in a high speed by the N.H-2 FROM BURDWAN TO KOLKATA... thanks for sharing.