- Sukanta Bhattacharya --- No sleep
Here in the rainy shy village
The clock is ticking,
The green fields give way on foot
There is no path, yet walk that path here.
A pair of dighis, rows of palms on its banks
In response to the sacrifice of the bamboo in the distance,
Rotten water and arrogant mosquitoes
Immortal Kisanpara is silent here.
The fun river next to this village is twelve months
Understand the rebellion in the rain today,
Ishara sends green grass to the barn
This village is after the new green skirt.
Welcome to the night here in the evening conch
Al-Path that sends Kisan home;
Old Battala called out to each other
Public opinion gathered there in the evening.