Love's neglected death.

The pages of memory are covered with dust

Pain congealed across the ice-cold heart

Fertile love with warm touch.

Sometimes the hard pressure of Chaitra burns the mind like fire

Fete Chowchir is the dream of the future

Water drought has brought famine to life.

A mind as dry as a hot desert is a temple

The lack of priests is felt daily

Waiting for a pashala sravana dhara

The insatiable eyes are looking like chatak birds.

Starving pictures of skeletal man revealed

The news is on the front page of the newspaper, on television

However, the heart is worn out due to the neglect of love

The news remains unknown to everyone.

Tuli does not get the painter's touch of color

No oil painting of a bruised mind emerges.

Sometimes it gets stuck in strong cold currents

On the floor of a broken cottage,

From waiting for a little warm touch

The eternal truth is lost in the path of one life---

whose name is death.