Whether flowers bloom or not, it’s Spring today
Standing on the concrete pavement
Dipping his toes into the rock
A curmudgeonly tree
Decked out in new leaves
Laughs his heart out.
(’Phul phutuk na phutuk, aaj Boshonto’ – Subhas Mukhopadhyay)
My love, to day is not for playing with flowers
We are face to face with destruction
Our eyes no more glisten with blue wine of dream
Our skin is baked by scorching sunrays.
(’May Diner Kavita’ – – Subhas Mukhopadhyay)