Some unbrushed though freshening conversations
Clinging to the 'you'ness through multitudes of barren episodes
A widowish pang of belongingness, clutching to your fair slender fingers
...and the sting of your love felt through the blue thread-knit three-holed buttons
The horizon beckoned - the meridien clear and stark
Yet as I stretched out for the clear sky - they were just pieces of clouds - niether clear nor dark
(the original bangla note)
Bashi mukhe shei tortaja bahukhoner kathapokathan
Na paowar gathagulor modhye kothai u(n)ki dei partheeber andolan
Sangsporsher ek korun abeg
Tomar farsha angulgulor modhye ek uplabdhito kompon
Trichidro oi botamgulor modhye bash kore jeno premer dongshon...
------ Buddha Poornima, 2011
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