RUDRA KINSHUK Poems
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Utpal Kumar Basu: Selected Poems
Poetry of April-May
Bakul, I envy you only, how easily
you sink into her excited hair bright
no proverbs in your past, shadow, peace,
worms of buds
my endless blood falls among fire communites
because at the end of reaping such huge hay
man has never carried, I too never have seen
such wealth in any hair.
chaitre rachita kabita 3
The boats, lying on the solitary sands know you
all the days in their shades you sing of soul crops
sometimes have got into waves, into the blaue and bathing,
a thin smoke from ...
The Barbed Hands
Flowers are in my barbed hands
and my eyes look like
cherries, mellowed in silence.