Baul And Bandhan Sanyal Poem by Reza Raza

Sweat of these extreme hot days-
falls tragically like the song of dew;
Twisted it falls downs by the Falcon call,
Fire-
In the air in the sky;
And the panting heat-
Like a 200-watt bulb on the skull
Scatters through the pores like Electron rage.

Meanwhile, beloved Bandhan Sanyal-
breaking the hem of her loose sari
Falls down the fountain of light-
The eyes of the star get melted in it-
As if rolling a dark liquid molasses
With the skillful handle of a craftsman.

In the undivided stillness of the solar system
I write the noon song in my memory
Sweet tone plays in its wonderful melody -
Plays the crazy flute of the past.

Across the brain these days there exist-
The great lament of the troubled soul
Regret of the killer time
They fall with dim eyes
Terribly combination of sad pictures.


Drawing the sign is the farewell time signal
The vision of the world is fixed, there is despair.

Being detenu in the middle of the day
The all-time baul mind is stuck in -
The Worldly matters-
The chain sounds-
Produces metallic sounds.
On the other hand, tied with elastic rope-
My dearest darling Bandhan Sanyal.