Alone sky laid down on the myth
In some deciduous forests

And I will march around your altar grand
Then I’ll be Even death to me will yield

The old lady’s name
If Spain is a state of European continental

Overlapping and destitute,

Beneath the dead leaves for Keats last night
Mirror fallen off
The hint of smoke from a cozy fire

Let the land rejoice, And let the rivers clap their hands

While we forget the end mirror,
This is condensed because I wanted to get this done in time

Flow passes, Voice of candle for Give alms

Still at the blind autumn
Liberty, Let him go on his journey

With my last breath till death apart
The tomb is standing on a square plinth

Existence was not deceived……

©Ujjwal Roy