Kamalakar Bhat   City of Half-Lit Lanterns   In this city, nothing is certain: the sky forgets its color by dusk, and the streets murmur an ancient song, notes dissolving in the

Saneesh Sajeeb     ALLURING BELLE   Amidst the swinging autumn leaves, Her eyes twinkle in delight. She sparked a grin piercing the breezy dusk, Her lips embarrassed the rose petals as

Mercy O Mowla  Mercy O God on the walking steps with broken healsOn the foot sores under the feet Empty utensils in the kitchenGetting wet grans in

Bitasta Ghoshal ( Bangla)  Translated by Spandan Bhattachariya The unknown youKnown you like my palm,Face,.your finger, the naked mole,favorite color, food, books , likes-dislikes,everything.Elusive perfume, ushering of