The Dhanshiri still flows past the locked archive. It remembers young Jibanananda boarding steamers to Khulna, scribbling verses in the damp air.
The ugly sight of a dustbin with spilling garbage strikes visitors, just near the entrance to Poet Jibanananda Das Memorial
The Dhanshiri still flows past the locked archive. It remembers young Jibanananda boarding steamers to Khulna, scribbling verses in the damp air.
The ugly sight of a dustbin with spilling garbage strikes visitors, just near the entrance to Poet Jibanananda Das Memorial
