Apr 3, 2012

Let me be with my own thoughts

আমায় থাকতে দে-না আপন-মনে
amay thakte de na

Let me be with my own thoughts
I recall and relive his touch each moment

Who can distract me much longer
In a spin of words and a spiral of work
I sit in a secret corner and wreathe
A welcome garland in his memory

This jewel like pain that he bequeathed
I hold it close and set out at day end
On a solitary journey to seek him

I stand before him with tearful eyes
I bedeck him with his own riches

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