Friday, June 28, 2024

Nature pleads

(3053)  Phuler malika shukaiya geche

The floral wreath has gone on withering;
Its petals have kept dropping off.
Did someone not hear of this, its chronicle?
None made any reparation.

Carefully, the blooms had been culled;
Beauty with fragrance had been swelling up.
Effusive had they been in mood and nectar...
Of this world observed not anyone?

Molting, it's remained unnoticed by all...
At everybody's feet has it implored:
"Hear my words, fathom my affliction;
Supposing apprehension's hard, don't ignore."

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