Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Oh my hardhearted Lord

(2092)  Kon bhule jaoya bhore, ele mor ghare

On some forgotten morning,
You came to my dwelling.
You then went afar, and return You did not.
I thereafter, for so many days and nights,
I have cried without pause; eyes You did not mop.

If I were knowing how much You are callous,
Not a bit would I have loved.
Oh why did I make such an error;
Now the love does not get dropped!

You have bound me with that tie;
But in it Your own self You've confined?
Did You not think at any leisure time:
About You someone forgets not?

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