Treasure Island

Spandan Bhattacharyya

(17.03.1968 / Kolkata, India)

Dreams


Let the dreams go, go behind solace.
No use of fire in the extinguishing furnace.
No need to decorate the bed
in the light spotted darkness.

By the touch of the blue lips,
new history will be created.
In the undivided colourful map
new lines will be spotted.

Still, let the intense desire,
remain deep, deep inside.
Let's meet in a new battlefield
right outside.



Original Language: Bengali, Name of the poet: Bitasta Ghosal
Name of the translator: Spandan Bhattacharyya.

Submitted: Sunday, May 14, 2006

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  • Kee Thampi (5/23/2006 11:58:00 PM)

    use of fire in the extinguishing furnace.
    No need to decorate the bed
    in the light spotted darkness.

    By the touch of the blue lips,
    new history will be created.
    In the undivided colourful map
    new lines will be spotted.

    Still, let the intense desire,
    remain deep, deep inside.
    Let's meet in a new battlefield

    nice translations, you have good talent,
    please trnslate my poem in you language, rosy dreams.. (Report) Reply

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