সৌরভ ভট্টাচার্য
22 July 2017
You can't feel Your sense within me ;
and space of words, I brought wisely.
I don't know how the count to be kept.
Just know, that pearl scorns Ocean's depth.
Its Lapidary task, not of mine.
If I can do, in mind incline ;
will bring 'locked' words from silent land,
put for sometimes on thy hand.
I can't maintain with breatheless breast.
The Sense like Pearl gains tranquil rest.
In soul of mine, the smell forecasts ;
mute as flounder. If You trust.
[Translated by: Debajyoti Dasgupta]
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