GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 50

i had looked through your eyes into the resolute off the track, the fishermen swept their nets your voice spoke uncannily of everything I believed, and you said of stances when the thundergod, its armies of rain and sodden thought will break through the zamaindarbari through mathabhanga its people shrill defense and anger will merge once again with river, sea and crypts of our mind mrinalini will suddenly disappear as many other things you see everyday and tales you cannot encrypt loving is still unloving the bluegreen of mathabhanga will always be only you 50