SHADE

Shyamoli, your face is like the energy of the past

When the group of young men boarded the ship

There are armies in a far new country,

The metal is brilliant in the genius of the woman

Sensing, he forgot about the grape milk peacock bed

Akule where he could drown in the harsh morning. Still looking at Taema's face

I am the blue of the sea of ​​that world,

The pain of all the ports at noon zero,

Sea kite on the subcontinent in the afternoon,

The stars, the water of the night, the cries of the youth all--

Shyamoli, I feel.

Many immeasurable eras have passed;

Time will not allow man to be fixed;

So much bloodshed because he wanted something.

Darkness seems to be the motive

The sound of the distant sea --- comes and falls on the shores of the century;

Something happened yesterday; - what will happen after eternity.