Thursday, June 20, 2019

Anything goes

(1369)  Eso tumi phuler saje

In floral dress, please arrive,
Within psyche, Lord of mind.
Every flower, petals spread,
Nectar poured, is vigilant.

The champak bud, forgetting shame,
Has looked at You, lifting her veil.
The bakul bud, even though small,
Unbarred the door of her heart.
Enter, You, with beat and rhythm,
Wearing only kinshuk's crimson.

The mango bud, on both sides green,
Having let fly her naked whiskey...
In Your ear with songs aplenty,
Tells the story, smiling bashfully.

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