Purano Kagojer Feriwala| পুরানো কাগজের ফেরিওয়ালা| কবি - প্রেমেন্দ্র মিত্র | by Indrajit Pandit |

Poem - "Old Paper Peddler" Poet - Premendra Mitra Poem Collection - 'Madhukari' by Kalidas Roy. Kalapahar :-    • Kalapahar | কালাপাহাড় | কবি - মোহিতলাল মজ...   Story / Lyrics - : Paper for sale ‌Premendra Mitra The paper seller cries out--- Paper for sale, I want old paper! I grope for all the scraps stored in the corners of the house. I want old paper. For a long time, the rubbish has been accumulating, so I sell it at a high price. How did one suddenly catch his eye, I saw a passenger ship sinking somewhere in the sea in a storm. Suddenly he noticed, Where are the human heads again, in the dust of the sale. The one who has lost his child has announced a reward, Who has discovered the immortal nectar. The reward has been announced, Where does the fugitive murderer hide his whereabouts? Some bride's heart's fire is burning inside, Finally, it hits her, her seven pockets are burned. Burning inside, Some mountain's gulch is burning inside. The lost date returns, I read the old paper again; Suddenly, the day's events come to my eyes. I read the old paper, I hold the footprints of that day, the earth is still there. Where did those footprints meet, then I don't look for them! Nowruz is the big festival in everyone's house. Then I don't look for them; The passenger sank on the ship, so that today's feast is in his house. All the old books are stained with blood and wet with tears, All the rubbish is today, although it is woven with colored thread. All the old books, What stain did they get on them, who sweats their heads in vain? The peddler, selling paper, wants old paper. There is no place to store all the junk in the house. I want old paper; Sell it to the one whose love is gone, brother. Thank you ~~ Indrajit Pandit Errors are forgivable!!! Like!! Comment!!! Share!!