In the poem, the narrator leaves his beloved waiting for him to return. He leaves the country and goes far away. His beloved, who is waiting for him, does not know that the narrator will never return to his country.
The dog walked along the road, the nun walked to the church -- that is, the work of the world continued as usual. A week or a year passed. The narrator's footprints were washed away by the rain, and grass grew there. And the years that followed, like heavy stones, fell on the girl's head, burdening her with the pain of separation. After that, much killing and destruction ensued. The flames of war spread throughout the country.
In this situation, the devotees lost their devotion and faith, and the idol of the deity fell from the temple in pieces. The narrator left behind the house, the veranda, the pink work of the hanging bed, the chimney, the waves of water, that is, everything that wasBurned to nothing in the fire of war...
There remained only wood, coal, twisted iron, and the heads of stone statues. But even in the midst of all this destruction, the girl remained waiting. This waiting was endless. Because, love is eternal, it has no death. In the midst of the pile of destruction It wakes up....
Writting by sharmila pramanick