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Daily Degradation
— Suman Biswas

In the tranquil breeze now sleeps the holy Serpent—
merging with the world,
it pours its poison into the air.

Power swells like a rising flood.

The bandit's Jagadish  tills 
the soil with hate;
the sages drift into oblivion,
dreams shattered in vain.

And thus, Rangpur has 
turned into Raurava—
all around,
the pride of harmony 
falls apart day by day.

NB : This poem is written in Bangla maintaining the metrical genre called 'matrabitto chondo' This translation is in prose genre---interestingly we are all genre-fluid.

Poet;s Bio :


Shubhendu Bhushan Biswas ( Suman Biswas ) was born in Jashore in 1987. He is a prolific writer writing in Bangla. He has been writing metrical poems from early age, and can be called ' a poet of prosody' belonging to the 'Pandulipi Group'. He published his first poem collection " Projanmer Padda" in 2024, and contributed poems to  " Pandulipi'r Kabita Sangkolon" 1 (2021), 2 (2023), 3 (2024) and 4 (2025)

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