Nirmalendu Goon – TRANSLATIONS: ARUNAVA SINHA

Cellphone Poetry #45: Nirmalendu Goon

A storm springs up with scudding clouds In the forest flowers bloom I’ll be married, set…

~ 1 ~ When I tell you, ‘I love you’ It doesn’t mean that I don’t…

In your hair and eyes, lips and breasts Hips and neck Beauty was evenly distributed There…

Not a thing happened And yet the season of spring Began at daybreak * * *…

I was born one melancholy monsoon But my favourite season is spring I was born one…