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Afternoon Evening (Poem of Nirendranath Chakraborty—‘Dupurbela Bikekelbela’ written in 8 Aswin, 1374 bongabdo translated by me)

August 19, 2016



this was in memory,home to reach; ‘oh! Home is now a mountain.

Horizon do I’m drawn in canvass

where all dreams are dies by an afternoon.


this river an old

hands only lift a little of a water. Hearts

which they hold, stones miscarries  more.

Paddy crying this drought.


all an afternoon a drought burnt your’e paddy

in an a evening

sudden a beginning of a heart throbbing play of water

water wheels, water wheels all around earth and spheres

in my home in your home.


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