A bear of random thoughts
Weeding in the jute field-
Catches a Rangpur-bus at three in the afternoon!
Then it got up with a poke
The beautiful moonlight of the Sewing machine
The sickle of light cuts-
The Fountain of hoods of the King Cobra
All five stars let out a loud yawn
In the equations of brown boats
The grasshopper is the braid of thought
Endless fog descends on the valley of the Hornbill-dusk
In the land of the skull, it sounds only-
Jhikjhik Pompom! Jhikjhik Pompom!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem