POETRY GAME || Our small river bends ||
Our small river goes round and round in the month of Baishakh. Its knees are full of water. The cows are crossed. The car is crossed by its two slopes.
There was no water in the river, there was no shore, there were only waves, I knew there was a river.
The crowd was alone at the fair. The crowd was alone at the fair. I didn't know who my relatives were. There was a river here. No one knew there was a river here.