Poem by Manik Chakraborty (Prepared Angela Kosta)

Poem by Manik Chakraborty (Prepared Angela Kosta)
Across the sky
Touches of blue
The child of the cloud plays,
Mind you
Looking for dreams
The wings have been shown solely
to give a sense of proportion.
In the water pond
In the name of Jochna
The island is on fire
At night
Lamp of light
In the hands of a flower virgin.
In the evening
The magic of the evening
Draws a world of color,
The golden sun
Sparkle plays
In the gaps between the leaves.
Cloud wings,
In a sweet tone
Doyle cubs.
The light shines in the darkness,
In the land of fireflies,
On the ground
In the name of Jochna
The sea adjoins the river.
Woke up
Woke up
Look at that sky,
The light of dawn
Sweet sweet
The soft sunny wind.
Look at that,
In the flower garden
The sweet song of the bees,
What a joy,
What a surge
In a new way
The soul is awake.
In the distant field
Green belt
Embroidered jamdani,
Which, run that
Get out
Dey raises
Hands down.
Village pond
Tapur Tupur
Shuffler Bill
Fairy tales,
At the touch of a hand
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In the cloud of silver
Color pictures
Blue sky,
Surya Mama
When it sets
Full of melancholy...

Prepared Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator