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cold autumn winds, outside,
knocking, on and on, days and night !

in the deep dark lap of the sky,
countless stars, frozen drops of light !!

A lover, roams and roams, alone, down below on Earth..

Endless, unforgiving, old and cold, the path..

Everyone has warned him again and again,

That all this, futile, nothing to lose or gain,

That no matter how much you search and search,

will end up at last, exactly where you start.

But he is happy, for there will always be lands to explore,

That all roads lead to the infinite magical shore..



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I'm posting it here, cause this is partly an expression of how i view life.

It started as an attempt to translate a Bengali poem i love so much.

I will give anyone an upvote if you can guess the writer or the poem that I wanted to translate, from those two lines at the start.

please forgive errors. correct anything you deem should be corrected.

thanks for reading.

Excellent poem there! At first I also thought it was just a translation (to he honest, even that impressed me! It’s not easy to translate poems and give the reader the same “effect”).

But upon scrolling down, I realized you actually wrote this. That’s absolutely magnificent and very impressive! I can never see myself writing a decent poem... let alone one this good!

You sure do have one amazing talent!