haunted house... address lost from our walllet...
we came into the house near past...
light satisfactory ... sounds of a fine morning arrive...
krishnakanta roy ... his favourite carbon...
krishnakanta roy... his intimate words...
time loves us... monsoon...
returned somewhere...
someone sees the moon.... seeing...
myth torn into pieces...
someone expecting someone home...
music... heart...
.
pieces can expire now...
out of the town...
out of yellowish soil...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem