The girl with the lamp in her hand Comes to mind,
Surrounded by dense darkness,
Yet radiant.
Then came the frost.
Frost everywhere,
In the sky, in the air,
In the fields, in hearts.
And amidst that frost,
The girl drifted away.
Her hand holding the lamp,
The lamp holding the fire,
That very fire consumed her, Burning her to ashes.'
— Sanjib Saha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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