A puppet of You

(3449) Ekla ghare chilum ami

Alone at home had been I,
Your image in the mind concealed.
The world moved per its own flow;
I, with Your feeling.

There had been no second, no one else,
Along with me, words to tell.
A mental You, a mental I,
Mind had been in no theme earthly.

You, the Musician; I, a lyre–
That day did I realize.
Your touch on my strings,
Chimed are they in tempo and beat. 

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