Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Finally I give up



(1170)  Palash vane tomar sane

With You in a palash forest
It had been noticed...
Sometime in the past...
Privately into my ears
Love-filled words You'd whispered.

On a spring month,[1] fire exuding
In the palash forest's every corner,
√Član vital had awakened,
Willful in the morning.

About the capture of an Unknown Traveler,
Near to all, yet remaining afar...
Having given thought and made a reasoned judgment,
Thee I cannot apprehend.

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