Motorbike - Poem by Malay Roy ChoudhuryI am on motorbike yezdi yamahawhen flanked by horizon gallop backwards through sand blizzardtinsel clouds explode at my feet without helmetand speed-split air at eightyin midsummer simooneach sound-cart recedesonrushing lorries flee in a flashNo time to brood but Yesaccident expected anytimemay even turn into a junkheap in a drought-nursed field.Translation of Bengali original 'Motor Cycle

-মলয় রায়চৌধুরী ( Malay Roychoudhury )

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