With eager eyes, sit beside the water of the river Ichhamati
Wave breaks the river side
Water runs forward
Like the remembrance of past
But I feel its poemical touch
First ever touch of you
Was not different than it
Still the river flows
Wave brakes, time brakes
But it keeps signs on the side
Now your presence becomes clearer
And I spend time without your presence
But with you in desolation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem