প্রভাত-আলোরে মোর
Probhato alore mor / Probhat alore mor (audio: Suchitra Mitra)
My dawn had been steeped in tears
When you left, when you turned down
Our treasured garland of togetherness.
All remnant shards
Lost their significance.
Now, I can only gaze,
And splay my heart, and wait.
Yet I die to heap and embrace the buds
You shed on your path.
I never thought we would lose
Every sliver of our memory.
What fever, what play
Had beset us in spring?
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