[The following 5 lines were actually found in a torn piece of paper–kept as a bookmark in an old out-of-print Bengali book I own. The language–Bengali–was of s’thing that was spoken in late 18th Century. So, I took liberty to translate it and as it was 5 lines, so, Tanka was the perfect format to write the lines…]
It was a demon to
me when I was a child. Now
Angel, from this night.
He looked at me as aid when
The rain washed my pinked dagger…