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Poem by Tapan Roy
I am Bound to Remain
The fields are full of crops not in sight only
but in reality, as if the green ” Anchal “.
Gradually the crops become golden as if
the golden ” Anchal “.
For the lost of the past now is the pale grey sea-shore.
The food crops are not within the reach,
the thirst is entitled to only the saltwater
Of the sea.
All-day long and the whole night the sea-shore is the shelter.
There’s unbearable thunder-like
sound of the sea-waves.
For the destruction of the brightness the
Whole 24 hours are night.
The rats move running continuously on
the bed, the cockroach comes flying.
The ugly voice of the owl is frequently heard.
The existence is like a bat.
To get relief of the life of the hanging
bat the sea-shore now is my shelter.
I am bound to remain till my lifeline is alive.