Mahananda, And Mahananda Poem by shafi sumodro

Endangered winter night, and the other man was in the river
I was startled hands linked, terrible crying -
Look back and side sleeping inside the mosquito's innocent.
It is surrounded by the color of the powder into the night feeling inside
One of my sight opponent is too bad.


Let me tell you the distance between the face of the cold and warm
It is easily one of the Mahananda, silvery nails into trouble
Very proud burdens go in the dark, The bellicose horse hoof
I find Extinct city crying, sediment build the island broke new thread
Unmixed building.


Black Rain trade center doors at night
The merchant will not we -
Anna dreams drunk undertake a self-people face,
White butterfly,
Under pain of leaving home in the city of Mahananda.