Bablu Ahir
This is the field
Scattered by some grasshoppers
The childhood of the ancestors is mixed here
This field is very familiar to me.
How many games have been played here?
In the dust on the grass
All that is accumulated in this field
Our past accounts.
A few dry leaves that flew away
In the wind of the evening
Dust also wakes up with manuscripts in hand
The epic of sun, storm and rain is heard.
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