সৌরভ ভট্টাচার্য
25 September 2016
A few moments, You can't regain ;
some unacquainted words,
some persistent pain.
Preserve for mine ;
I'll receive,
when times align.
It doesn't need Your gaze ;
mind, when I'll be back,
as if stale heart won't lack,
Your repentant rage.
Abandoned times ever flow,
cannot be bend ;
in fragment grain, tree doesn't grow,
but starvings amend.
[Translated By: Debajyoti Dasgupta]
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