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,
Élan 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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