T3 || আমার উমা || বিশেষ সংখ্যায় Mohona Majumder
Because,what I write ,
I actually see and see .
There is a dim light and shadow
in that view, as if you can’t touch it.
After being alone ,
there still awaken some colourful nerves in flashback.
Tide and i both then went on to draw the blue bird .
One day conciousness will broke out , and
desire for living will come out,
which is pale ,lean from inside…
To think about this scenario,
i secretly bound the nature.
Shapla forest is covered in monsoon.
Tears break down in lap of every shade.
Morning comes .
If you want to disappear this time,
I will say, Before you go,
burn all the trees.