Sunday, May 22, 2016


(505)  Amar kache tumi ele

Near to me You came
After many aeons estranged.
I've lost track of the time,
Neglecting it out of pride.

The flowers of yesteryear have dropped;
Their name and shape have been forgot.
Those stars have been displaced
In transition from age to age.

When heart was filled with fragrance sweet;
When heart was overflowing—
In those days You did not arrive;
You came into a bosom[1] that's dry.

Sarkarverse article
Audio recording

1 comment: