The poet highlights the ever-perilous life of the people in the Sundarbans.
The poet writes about days when you feel like you're really living and the little things that give them hope.
'In the dread of this cast-down, there is light passing through an ominous window of destiny and cultivating a sense of hope'.
A poem on what ordinary days actually mean.
'The eternity of garb begins to transform into the shroud of temporality.'
A life rejoiced in the infinity of skies, Gets freeze in the finiteness of a frame Of the musing of a photographer, Exemplified by the craft of artistic creation, …