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By
Madhabi Das
Secret Love
You tutored me the way to learn
acquired all you gave
Like Nature’s tacit lesson
O my secret love …
Fostering you in my bosom
At every bit
of morose survival
Look there in the cloudy sky
A floweret beckons, sunbeams
In the hold
It’s not spring yet, everywhere round
A gala of leaf-shedding
Before the golden grains disappear
A small boat is expected
Twilight descends
in the guise of home-coming birds
night nudges the mundane
the golden grain is in search of
some other source of light
darkness swallows …
the night downs
O my secret love
Be you so
Let me light up
Greeting
Couldn’t reach you yet
My journey began since Aryans’
Svapnavasavadattam* had not been scripted
… by then
They have advanced too far
Who started after me
Greet you all …
In the deep down eyes
Couldn’t preserve hopes in galore
Had I not been
Left alone …
* Svapnavasavadattam is a Sanskrit play in six acts written by the ancient Indian poet Bhasa.
Both poems translated into English by Subhasree Chatterjee
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