Is exact in the measure of death, sound is which
Tune’s eternal quote
Behind my back, there is a colossal man—poem-person
I walk beside his shadow, collecting falling leaves of memory
Light passes through clear dreams. I don’t know what a poem is
Who the companions are on the road of my fearsome journey, or
My own trammels; I come out breaking my own statuette
Or in my entirety, I enter the ground
I am completely under the ground, soil touches my body
Soil surrounds me from above and below
Soil is in my salty tongue. (Original Asomiya by Hiren Bhattacharya)
Remembering the poet of Scented Butterfly Hiren Bhattacharya. And I shed a tear for the great soul. Like countless Asomiya men and women, I owe my love and obsession for poetry to this one man. Hiruda, you are never forgotten.
Hiren Bhattacharya
July 27, 1932 - July 4, 2012
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