Dreams - Poem by Spandan Bhattacharyya
Let the dreams go, go behind solace.
No use of fire in the extinguishing furnace.
No need to decorate the bed
in the light spotted darkness.
By the touch of the blue lips,
new history will be created.
In the undivided colourful map
new lines will be spotted.
Still, let the intense desire,
remain deep, deep inside.
Let's meet in a new battlefield
Original Language: Bengali, Name of the poet: Bitasta Ghosal
Name of the translator: Spandan Bhattacharyya.
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