Myself why did You forsake?

(3350) Jyotsnaloke tomar hasi

Like moonbeams is Your smile,
Welkin and wind made replete.
It goes to which distant place;
Oh it goes, it goes away.
Imagined fancy of a mental cranny,
Painted in color does it let be.

With a formless magic unrestrained,
With unhindered speed's matchless shade,
The scent of a flower on sluggish air,
Wings opened it craves.

When You'd smiled initially,
You lit up a lustrous wreath...
Life's touch You had bequeathed...
With implication of mind-state
At love's Providential place.

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