May 21, 2011

A quiet afternoon

মধ্যদিনের বিজন বাতায়নে
moddhodiner bijon batayone

A quiet afternoon
Beside a secluded window
A twinge of an old ache
Flits into my thoughts like a dream

Afloat a sultry breeze
Today in deep woods resonate
Bashful whispers of youth
Eager to hear first love’s first words

Disappointment
That had sunk into oblivion
Beneath the deluge of my tears
Why does it softly sigh today
Stirred by the scent of wild jasmine
Why does it resonate all day
In gentle shades of the Champak

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