The Unwritten Story Of Krishna Chura. Poem by R.I. Ratul

In the red gap of Krishna Chura
The sunlight is tired,
The tired writer sweated—
By writing the story of Krishnachura.

In the sun between the-
leaves Light wind blowing hair,
The clouds all hide—
Lost in the blue.

These stories are in the-
fold of memory remains unseen,
Dream memories are not revealed
Remains in a closed room.

The mind opened the window,
however, By writing the story of Krishna Chura-
The wind of love is blowing.
Author's perspective.

Two eyes with glasses
Seeing the red between the leaves—
By mixing color in that blush Writes-
the story of Krishna Chura.

How many memories are mixed in that story -
How many stories have been written,
How many colors are mixed in memory stories
No one can imagine.