Geometric-night is in hide-and-seek between the moon and the sun Minstrel-bird of gray-illusion is in enigma In concealment, there lies the story of life Sometimes lonely-life like the moon.
As much as I think, Ill write words behind words I fail to move forward, the vehicle of suffering stops A half-finished picture of Kurukshetra is on the canvas of imagination - At late night, the fog grows, I hide behind hopes I get lost at the feet of the goddess of desire in a meaningless afternoon...
(*Kurukshetra - A region in the Kuru kingdom, named after King Kuru, as depicted in epic Mahabharata)
The translator is a poet, essayist and literary critic, based in Rampura, Dhaka
