Bibhas – The Illumined Expression /Bibas Roychowdhury I break my mirror to come out after every insult, You must know, I heal my mortal by my wounds Seasonal fragments float in the bed of solitude, They will descend in any of my future writings… I don’t remember much Why does the insulter love the blind lane? The morning I wrote lost its light as it was picking up the necessary rhythm. Only then I tend to rejuvenate my poem stating “the reasons of life” my neighbors were sleeping at the dawn envisioned the entire dream! I don’t remember at all ones who pushed light into my eyes as the mystery unraveled… I have been the future-poem of much insult, and devastation I am not purchased by elation! (Translated by Kiriti Sengupta)
Posted on: Sat, 10 May 2014 09:26:40 +0000
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