Four corners I have In one are buried my ancestors. In the next There sleeps a cooking pot. Over the third thatched roof has a hole through that rain and sun peep, There is…
আমি কান্না করি যখন আপনি সহাস্যে জঙ্গল বিনাশ করেন। আমি কান্না করি যখন আপনি হৃদয়ে দেওয়াল নির্মাণ করেন আর নিজের গণ্ডীকে আরও দুর্ভেদ্য করেন। আমি কান্না করি যখন শিশুরা বিষাক্ত কালি মাখে গ্যারেজে…
Ask not my country Or state. Ask not my trade Or job. Ask not my tongue Or region. Ask not the colour Of my blood. Ask not what i like Or dislike.…
Tagore! You are our poet, our identity, Our leader, our mentor, To whom we return At dark nights and in shining days. Tagore! You are a torch-bearer, A cool shade to trammeled millions. Wo/man…
1 Bilkis! you are not Lucrece you have no lily hand or rosy cheek and your eyes are not marigolds, hair not golden threads either or skin snow white. 2 and why not? you are…
Are you the children of the forest? Else what are you doing amid The bare, old, ghost trees? Orphans you are not, For, there is no orphanage here. Multiple resorts, hotels, guest-houses Steal your…
A dawn in winter, And the sun’s first rays Glowed the stubble-field. Yonder a hundred herons, Milk white, Basked on a treetop. From fig leaves Dew sparkled. Street deserted, And the Bhutan hills,…
Sixty autumns together they walked, And how many more who knows? Side by side they stood on the forest fringe And admired shrivelled faces and scraggy necks. How swiftly the halcyon days passed! Ah! The…
Bored being confined by four walls, I set out for Santalpara Where I hear rustics sit idle whole day And drink, brawl and do nothing. A fine drizzle washed the forest path a while ago,…
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