সৌরভ ভট্টাচার্য
18 October 2016
I was parching ,
as solitary incense ;
some were indulging ,
the sweet essence.
"Its nothing",someone mentioned ;
My burning glance,
in merged fragrance,
didn't get attention.
Having come,You spread your fringe,
with solicitous eyes ;
I asked Your need in caring cringe,
You claimed ashes, beneath lies.
I asked to know My Directorate ;
You told how,
grass's bosom allow,
dew-drops to accumulate.
as solitary incense ;
some were indulging ,
the sweet essence.
"Its nothing",someone mentioned ;
My burning glance,
in merged fragrance,
didn't get attention.
Having come,You spread your fringe,
with solicitous eyes ;
I asked Your need in caring cringe,
You claimed ashes, beneath lies.
I asked to know My Directorate ;
You told how,
grass's bosom allow,
dew-drops to accumulate.
[Translated By: Debajyoti Dasgupta]
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