My mother speaks in Bengali.
My mind speaks in English.
But English is not like French
Spanish, Latin or Sanskrit.
Like a kaleidoscopic of color
it wears many Halloween masks
with its soul made of a heterogeneous mesh of souls!
I have seen many love at first sights
straying into an astray or a blind alley
or ending in a frustrating labyrinth.
I laugh to myself
while reading As You Like It
while Rosalind in disguise is busy
in teasing the poor Orlando!
Practical jokes in a real life
mock at sheepish theories.
Shakespearean wisdom
now flashes a monkey smile!
Milkmen and women know it well
how much water is added to the white fuel.
Whose mind is but a prostitute- -
a flower, a thorn and even a sharp weapon?
Paragons of tragedies
show their yellowish teeth at baggy comedies!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem