Poetry by Tulsi Karmakar


I’m in a morning, whispering with Jamuna
Sea, crop & termite are try to overhear
I ask,
Why is she born?
What should she do?
When will she stop?
No excuse
Without answer
Just avoid
And said, want to carry her own work.
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