Take a glance at

The solitary flower

Red and brave

Braving the harsh winter

Keeping the valley, otherwise dead, alive

All have gone home

After taking holy dips

Ask the river as well, to

Take a few dips within, as

She has gathered no less moss

I keep awake, as the

New Year arrives

Colours and expressions

Become demure

Amidst these cold waves

What we need now

A desperate plunge, as we’re

Caught together face to face, and the

Fisherman is pulling his

Fishing net

And… let us seek light under this raw sun

 

(Translated from the original in Bengali by Tapas Ray)