আমার যাবার বেলায় পিছু ডাকে
(amar jabar belay)
Time to leave.. yet.. the first rays of the sun..
beckon.. through frayed clouds..
Asking I.. return..
A sombre.. bird..of monsoon..
Implores I..return..
From her secret.. wild.. hideout..
A swelling stream.. hastens.. along.
Below a penumbra of branches..
Who.. does she seek.. as she calls..
Who.. in my heart.. ever so often..
Ushers.. back.. the distant.. dewy.. pilgrim..
On their pensive.. parting.. dawn..
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