আমার পদ্য লেখার বেলা

By Gayatri Bose

Instantly, moments become occasions.

Complicated message in crowd of primitive novels,

My love again expatriate friend intrigue,

But now you only know the identity of the dead.

Comet and Vesuvius at the junction of the inscriptions,

Deprivation comes to me gradually

in the corner of the mind,

You are still in the crowd of rain or spring

The tricks are invented again in your mind.

By Gayatri Bose