Finding poetry writing materials-
It is as if the walls are surrounded by an unknown dream.

Before the end of the story of Konakchampa,
The fragrance of Yuthika, that floats in the air, leaving well.

Content seems not as comfortable as before,
Yet the heart is full with the joy of emotion.

Let's write about vivacity, passion, and radiance,
If not, something about unbroken spring-
In the midst of unhappiness, but likely to be of joy,
Let the words of the poem float, as it were everywhere.

Sitting still with emotion,
As time goes on, so does infinity.

However, it seems to be why,
To the hungry street child, white rice is more demanding.

Yours sincerely,
I think it's just a lie-
The intoxication fell apart,
Thoughts are always left behind.

In that swing without swing,
Cannot find the reach-
Dam breaks in the tide,
I took life as it is and understood.

Came the dark on the path,
I'm still going on.

When the lamp is lit in the evening,
Remain as heartbroken.

Keeping the door closed,
I went to see the other plans.

In the crowd of unnamed roads,
Looking for those unknown signs -
The mind cries as it leaves apart,
The soul is lost again.

How do I tell someone,
Which way to go-
All the ways met there,
In the back alley of life.

Standing on the other side of the border,
I pry by raising both arms-
Tired traveler loses target,
Bumblebee is looking for the nectar.

In what tune did I sing,
Though, I want to fulfill my soul-
Scattered flower petals on the pavement,
Someone trampled them.

What am I thinking today,
Is which color the sky has laid out?
Again, I am looking for the way with false hope,
Flowers are falling with silent cry.

Girt with rivers, abounding with fruitful trees;
With land of harvest, full of greenaries,
Oh, my motherland,
Keep your devotion in my heart
You are eternal.

How many rivers flow
All over your perimeter
Nameless birds live
Happily in all those trees.

How many flowers bloom in the forest
The mind is filled with their fragrance,
How many scrumptious fruits grow on the tree
In those satiated gardens.

You remain profound in our heart
Let us praise you,
Stimulating happiness and prosperity
Make us dignified.

Browsing the dictionary,
I wanted to make life tidy.
Promised,
Remained above adversity-
Tolerating all iniquities.

The heart is filled with dissatisfaction,
Although I have dedicated all my activities-
To all the well-wishers.

I'm in pain today,
Yet I did not make the treaty unjustly-
Betting on my life.

In this way passed those days,
Ideas all suffer from delusions-
Destiny faded with the eternity.

Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove,
The flame of love is burning there
Which great warrior is singing melodiously?
In the middle of the unobstructed heart, the sound of the anklet jingling.
Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove.

Awake the night, taken the heart,
In the auspicious moment of moonlight
Very silently under the mimusops elengi
Said the words of the stored heart, inseparably.

So to ask, to whom to call in any tune,
The submerged heart remains full
The Jamuna flows exhausted
Even today, with painted eyes, what a picture to draw.

Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove,
The flame of love is burning there
Which great warrior is singing there?
In the middle of the unobstructed heart, the sound of the anklet jingling.

Alas, the stagnant past, falling into utter darkness
My heart is pounding, the door is open and closed.

Alas, the endless past, without the lure of ability
The dictum is worn out in sentences, half awakened though.

Alas, the indefatigable past, composed with a fearless heart
Lonely as the incarnation of any God, deviation of Avatar.

Alas, the faded past, the gain is inlaid
Drenched in delusion, perhaps, worn out in childishness.