What kind of country is this?
It is as if there is no king anywhere in lieu of presence of a king,
There is no revolution in the streets,
No protest marching,
No city-shaking slogans.
But the sky is full of dark clouds.
A clear indication of climate change.
Where is the movement of the oxen in the field with the new excitement?
The silence of the crematorium is in the wilderness of Bengal.
Cracks are seen in the fields in the hot summer.
There is no movement of bees anywhere.
Only faded grass remains,
We see the dry sand dunes at river inlets!
The shadow of a kind of tall trees peeks out in the late afternoon.
Darkness is approaching.
Can you say, what kind of whispering is being heard in the cavity of the mummy?