Poet Namita Basu's one poem

 I am the care of 

I am the care of obscure hope with a concealed juncture, 

to set up let with a bride chamber by the nanogey beliefs. 

Here the large gregarious trees and consonants startled the moment, 

The placard brush are hanging on their nec, 

Blue eyes, broken words are stumbling in front of famine, 

Till the auspicious of being birth, 

the empty practiced sounds Sa, Ni,Dha ,Pa, Ma, ga, re, Sa. 

It's a cover file, 

belief in a short dress, 

Here the univers are reflected by only a point, 

and the wonders is vibrated by the intellectual oblique. 

If it's a food of hiron or a fox!

so what?

Till I am the exceptional age, 

Here the river flows have losts it's characteristics, 

Greens are attacked by the palace, 

So shabby, please grown up in a paved,

 and request the wind to push the sky by the two hands for reproduction. If the seeds are not transfusions, 

it may be, 

But I am now a care of Palm tree, 

which stands with one leg in a so high that is non comparable.