Feb 14, 2012

The blue horizon sizzles with buds

নীল দিগন্তে ওই ফুলের আগুন লাগল
Neel digonte oi phooler agoon laglo

The blue horizon sizzles with buds, 
Spring comes alive in fragrant flames
The baffled sky finds its sunbeams trapped
Happily captive, to mother earth, 
In gold sensations of mustard meads.
The blue horizon aches with hurt,
Pulses of my painful past,
Frenzied drifts of bygone days,
Of youthful springs, return to me
Seeking to resurface instantly
Embodied in waves on mustard meads.

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