Life

I have lost my life
Hard to find now.

Look under the chair first. Didn't you put it in the drawer? Under that hyacinth tree of Mallikbari
Didn't you leave it standing? In the attic of Siddheswaritala
What is that wrapped in cloth? No, no,
That is the sword of sacrifice.
At the ferry, half submerged in mud
What makes it shiny? A broken torch.
No, that's not life. My life
I go through the window of the moving train
When I threw it ...
Thousands of cashews along the railway line
Whether he still emerges or not
You have to go and see during the puja.