“Aamar nishithoraater baadolodhaara,
eso hey gopane
Aamar swaponloke dishahaara.
Ogo andhokarer antarodhan,
daao dheke mor paran mon –
Aami chaai ne tapon, chaai ne taara.
Jakhon sabai magon ghumer ghore
niyo go, niyo go,
Aamar ghum niyo go haron kore.
Ekla ghare chupe chupe
eso kebal surer rupe – Diyo go ,diyo go,
Aamar chokher jaler diyo saara.
~ Rabindranath Tagore“
Amar Nishithoraater Baadolodhaara
Ipsita Ganguli
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Once She asked me
If I knew love,
And I said.. yes;
Love was when ,
The sunset rays,
Filled the waters of the lake
The evening spread
Across the skies
Over which the white owl flies
Of human touch
I knew not then
I did not know
What she had meant…
The years have gone
And I have known
Some broken dreams
Some silent screams
Words not kept
Promises never met
Of Human heart
And Human head
Machinations
In a Game called Life
Broken hearts
So cold
So blue
Painted Masks
Held as true
And Yet
Love comes to her
As if in dreams
Straight from the heavens
Silver raindrops from luminous clouds
Wrapped in a beautiful golden shroud.
And Love Comes to her
In the dead of the night
Cloaked in darkness; velvet smooth
Resounding all around
In a deep deep baritone
And it wakes her up
And takes away her sleep
In Rainbow hues
In a velvet sky
And rain drenched nights
In bated breath, Love stays
Within the pitter patter of her heartbeat.
Beyond that,
Of human love
Of human touch
And Human folly
Machinations
Of Words not kept
Of promises not met
The Unending Wait
In a Game called Life
My true beloved
My Eternal Being
Love me then
Love me with your Rain
In the heart of the night
In soft tenderness
Oh Drench me then
In Love
From the wombs of heaven.
Copyright ~ Ipsita Ganguli
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