Still now there is a path.
There is a sitting statue
In front of me.
I put my hand of recapitulation,
And observed a cordial life-
Life of justice and purity!
A sense of irreversible imagine
Undulates the beauty of sky.
See the area of heart
Where you always pierce
With a needle of love,
That is the light of poetry;
That is the field of grass green;
The green childhood, green moment;
Touch of my mom`s hand.
I want to loiter in that garden
Of love, affection and purity.
Under the shade of my mom`s face
I want to sing of sense to that area.
Want to walk to the ocean
Of image of infinity.
I don`t want to die in this earth,
As I feel the face of beautiful sky
From dawn to dusk.
From colour to more colour,
Which penetrate and intermingle
The Canvas of life
From figure to figures.
-sanjibsaha Aniketa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem