The faint piano desk at my back
The church prayers of oblong hault
Numerous passengers thronged through
It came a virtuous glance
The rain smelled of Picadelly
The London traffic, the Paris rainbow
All imbued on a harmonic tribe
I came and saw the victorious mansions
The fairy tale chiaroscuro of uncharted lamps
It is a place of folly of penmanship and a little trinket
I perched on the jammed trampoline
The loneliness ever growing on
As the peace was costlier than love.
Hirak Dasgupta writes a poem of rebellion relevant to the India of the current times, when tyranny reigns supreme. There's corruption, jingoism, religious fundamentalism and every other conceivable bane, plaguing
(Πενήντα πανε τώρα )Κοιμώμενη πριγκίπισσα πάνε σαράντα χρόνιαΑμμοχωσμένη κι έρημη να καρτερείς αιώνιαΣτον ύπνο ‘οπου έγινε για σένα εφιάλτηςνα καρτεράς καθημερνά μ ‘αγκαθωτός ο φράχτηςΦραγμός μπροστά σου Αμμόχωστος, έρημη η αμμουδιά
Moitryee Raju writes of heartbreaking loss in age and the regaining of hope
Hazily fused into the sea of clouds;individuality obscured amid the luridlight of the blue unfurling endless;selfhood, uniqueness, as if exiled from being, become defunct.Beautiful forms faint in hue succumbto oblivion in
poem by Nobel Peace Prize nominee from Greece
বসন্তের আনন্দশুক্লা রানী দাসআজি বসন্তে মনের আনন্দেআছি রং আবিরে ছন্দে ছন্দেবাতাসে রঙে রঙে রঙ বাহারগাছের ফুল দেখায় চমৎকার।আমরা খেলি হোলি দিই তালিযৌবন জোয়ারে ভেসেই চলি।আমরা নাচি গাই তালে তালেযুথে যুথে
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