I squirm in my bed / Forget the metaphors, the similes / Allusions, images / Whips after whips of remembering the dead,
Sayan Shuvra is a 13 year old poet. He writes a poem on the dilemma and confusion of a young mind.
Translated from the Bengali song by Tagore. The original song was composed at Santiniketan, in 1922.
