Agitation- Shankha Ghosh
Original - Shankha Ghosh
Translation- Mahtab Bangalee
Agitation-
The ground becomes heavy with fog
The road march towards the horizon
Is there a path in the middle of it and Krishnachaura?
I sit down and lift my hand
Your broken head, dark night.
The mother of the slain boy
The sky fills with flames
Such is the pride of the gods
And the as usual black breeze rising from our chest
Apart from this
There is no peace and no trouble.
(2/10/2020 4:55:00 AM)
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