নিজস্ব এক ঘর

Arka Das Foggy Spring Bikash Sarkar I couldn't hear Kochi's voice on telephone due to the cross connection For now I sit on the bank of Mechhua and watch the lyric-ornate birds play The sky is apologizing for the interruption I lie beneath that sky, silent, and the grasses become radioactive Calamus leaves fly, flakes of vagrant shimul also fly And here comes Kochi's letter: 'we will meet then At Shantiniketan in Basanta Utsav ’ Then what happens, what can happen, how it happens Giving her glasses in my hand, Kochi goes down to Kopai She washes her eyes with water and fixes her glance on Sonajhuri At that time, Madols were playing drimidrimi in Saturday's hat Kochi has gone to the water, why isn't she coming back! What will I do now with these foggy lenses for all the springtime? Translated by Suparna Mondal