The fruit Bashi by Nobel Laureate Robinson who was also know as a world poet and I love this poem especially the team in this poem is about soul that does not matter whoever you are wherever you come from you can compare yourself any time in the kingdom of poetry as a king or a queen because we are all same when are we thinking or imagining our soul our emotions that’s endless you cannot compare with anyone in this world you are always that Supreme no matter whoever you are you are considered your soul as a king or a queen and this poem is about that keep on dreaming because you become what you dream so let me recite this poem I will be reciting this first in Bengali and then I will translate it in English Bashir foreign . This is the LA named after kinu milkman by his side Sans a two story building it’s clowned for room it’s enclosed by iron railings it is Thoroughly damp and here they are it’s walls they are ugly damp marks in places their plasters are also peeling off on it’s door hangs a rag torn from a bale of plain clothes stamp on it’s an image of Lord Ganesha the God who keeps one success in all Enterprises with me in that room leaves another creature who of course pays no additional rent it’s a common lizard found in dwelling houses the only difference is that it is in Novant of food for my food I have to give tuition to the young son of dattash for I am only a junior clerk in a business house and my pay is only 25 rupees in the evenings I go to the shilda rail station there I spend my time for it saves me the cost of lighting my room there is a lot of noise of railing jeans and their whistles and the lots of hustles and bustles among passengers and porters at half past day I returned to my lonely Den utterly dark and silent in a village on the bank of the river Thalasseri lips my paternal Aunt it was settled that a helpless fellow like me should marry the daughter of her husband’s younger brother the day to fix for the ceremony was found to be auspicious but on that very day I fled away at least I saved the girl from a calamity and of course me too to me she always moves about in my mind and on her forehead with a blonde of vermilion when the rain comes very heavy and thick I have to spend some extra money for my Journeys to the office by Trends by late attendance often I have to suffer cuts in my salary in every nook and corner of the alley they are gather hips soft you treat wasted spellings of fruits.
