With You I have a bone to pick

(3347) Golaperi vane ke tumi vijane

"In My rose-garden, who are you, sad and lonely,
Amid thorns seated lackadaisically?
Though having wanted, unseeing, you came not nigh;
Not one word spoke you with Me."

Oh Unkind One, such a game is Yours;
You keep making sport ever new and newer.
With love and affection always novel,
Please arrive inside heart with face smiling.

In convo with fantail on peacock of psyche,
Incessantly You make dance to rhythm and melody,
Sometimes from proximate but often very distantly;
For what reason do You float away, laughing?

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