In the corner of the eye
People's cars walk on water;
So long water path lives in the city!
Shyamal's cloth is that pleasure cloth
Let's just be poetic...
Eye's corner
Water life in the heart of hungry Bengalis
Alone that great soul wakes up,
As in water of pot
Holds infinite sky shadow!
I am water-catcherman, not greedy for fish,
Father's cry for water lossing: You-I am that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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