Thursday, August 8, 2019

Manifest at long last

(106)  Phuler saji sathe niye

Bearing a flower basket,
Who did appear, oh Who appeared?
With garland of songs in hand,
He floated on a stream of melody.

Bakul and wood apple want eyes opened;
Flower of liquorice, intoxication it causes.
Bumblebee wants its words heard,
Infatuated with sweet scent.

The star of remote sky does smile,
And floral dust drifts on the wind.
Life's pollen having mixed with it,
The whole world has grown bright.

Waiting, waiting for long aeons,
I'd been hoping for Whose advent?
This same morning with own hand,
Spring's cradle He did rock.

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