Pani
bahijaeni
barang, bahijae
smruti..
atita ta ete je nithara
sthanu hoe rahijae
mo patha re, anek pachare.
aau ta' parathu, swapna dekhibara parba
sareni je swapna, barang sarijae rati,
thik jemiti, Pratarana(mo paen) kebebi sareni
barang, sarijae priti..

Baya, ta'ra..

It's not the stream
that flows, rather the memories
down the cheeks..
What flows is the past, a numb night on my way
that I have walked across, alone
and often with the darkness too..

Then a feast of dreams, dreams on the grey pages
and a night that succumbs to it;
as the same for me, the treacherous faces linger
with the receding line of love..

V@@S..