Jun 18, 2011

She sits there by the casement

ওই জানালার কাছে বসে আছে
Oi janalar kachhe boshe achhe

She sits there by the casement
Her head resting on her palm
Blossoms scattered on her lap
To wreathe she has forgotten

Sussurant the breeze blows by
What does it whisper to her
That she sits half-reclining
Musing on many a thing

Shadows flit across her eyes
Drifting clouds and birds in flight
Bakul petals wither and fall
As the hours go ticking by

Sweet languor a sweet stupor
On a sweetly smiling face
Deep within in pleasant dreams
Plays the flute a pleasing tune

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