The Frozen Death In A Quiet Winter Night!

['You can choose to live your life to your own agenda with a sense of personal purpose that gives your life ventures meaning and a feeling of fulfillment_This is called being at cause living from the inside out creating the life and reality you want.']-David R.J.Powell Skeletal cypress trees mourn for their offspring At a stretch sleep the countless fallen leaves, Quiet the hazy night and a small drizzle with crispy snow that covers the helpless burial grounds? I hear their babyish cries but I am voiceless? I took out my pocket book and the pencil stub and I address to my poor poet-God! While a tear dropp hangs in my eye. For you, I scribble this line Sir! O I witnessed the frozen death in this quiet winter night? for my poet friend Pranab Chakraborty in gratitude! Who's translated my few poems into his mother tongue Bengali and already published them in his co-editing magazine. nimal dunuhinga