Sunday, 4 August 2013



Read for me aloud; you all read, what has he written today
May his touchstone voice from afar; touch my soul today
May he bring the fragrance of pasture in my barren cell
May the tired exodus of the breezy traveler touch my flowing tress

May the melodies of the blue skies play in my desolate essence
May the aggrieved visage of dull boulevard be spread in my pane
As the vivid twilight strikes and I scatter my spirits in colorful game
And on its own, hints of overflowing tears in the corners of my eyes surface

© Translation in English by Deepankar Choudhury

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