ভূতে ভয় পেলেও, ‘ সেক্সি ভূত’-এর চরিত্রে অভিনয় করতে ভয় পাননি সায়ন্তনী

THE CITY

As the neem leaves quiver, with the mellow touch of the winds,

The lightning peeking in through the open window panes,

Sings a melody,

About the rain washed cities,

The deliberate drowning of the passion,

In the sheets of the strangled love.

The strong smell of the perfidy,

Floats in the air above,

A thick layer of wants,

Draping around the shroud of helplessness.

The city cars honk their way out of the chaotic streets,

Running over puddles,

Staining that white,tight

Body clinging dress.

A midnight walker, slips

Through the by lane,

Click of only the heels 

Profound the 12'O clock metropolitan streets.

A sudden bark,

A sudden halt of a car,

All are scenes from a rain drenched city,

Half lit and Half drowned

With all the imprecations of the unsuccessful dreams.

Somewhere, piercing through the serene outskirts,

Of a smelly metropolitan city,

Runs the midnight mail,

Mutilating, the almost shattered, brick built city testaments!

The slow breeze that touched the lass,

On the dim rooftop of a skyscraper,

Bore the message of her deliverance,

From all the unknown sins.

A shattered wine bottle,

A little drop of the red blood,

Mixed in the air of an half lit city,

With the stench of rotten souls,

In a rain drenched midnight metropolitan.

-Mohona