I sit in solitude.. as the clouds.. clear..

একলা বসে বাদল-শেষে 
(ekla bose badol sheshe)

I sit in solitude.. as the clouds.. clear
So much.. I get to hear..
“My time has gone by” says the Ketaki.. flower..

The clouds.. call out..to her..
As they retreat.. to the horizon..
Her zeal.. and zest.. fade.. away.

She grew in a corner at the edge.. of the forest..
She would tremble.. at a fleeting sign.. from a lightning flash
Her fragrance.. would suffuse a lover’s tryst.. in the monsoon.. darkness..
Did the evening star.. ever get to know..