Many stories may be
there,
Many imprints may be
there,
Shadows must have
followed them,
Which I never have
known...
This place is Heaven for
me.
Here, I and the master is
also only the guest,
We are special guest for
a few moments...
Only the leaves have left
When the flowers have
deflowered,
The leaves of the trees
have been falling.
Today, I know Autumn is
arriving...
That’s why I have been
eagerly awaiting
In the next season’s days
If Spring arrives amongst
us...
That imprints which have
been collecting,
That shadows which have
been picking up,
Is only a story of a
Master,
It’s only your story...
Like a very fresh white
coconut,
When you smile freely
showing your teeth;
I have seen thy black
eyebrow,
The mole on the right
cheek too...
That small shiny Bindi
in between
The eyebrow must
certainly saw me-
When thy hair roll into a
bun of hair,
And you try to keep aside
thy silky hair
I won’t say you are not
beautiful…
Oh! I’m sorry, really
sorry.
Once I have forthrightly
said
“That black nail polish
dyed in thy nail
has reduced a skimpy of
beauty from thee.”
Heartily laughed, in
front of me;
That preferred hue of
nail polish painted
Could no longer see
it again...
I a pathetic fellow won’t
know
These stories filled with
mystic
Of thee master, which I
deeply passionate about...
You soothe me when I
silently cry,
Wiping out my tears with
thy words,
I always sleep and
stretch
Inside the old
Remembrance,
You wake me up to awake
Tell me who you are
master
Please tell me...?
You teach me how to
laugh,
Make me acclimate to
live,
Though I met you at this
halt place,
You will be remembered
forever
Please tell me...
Who you are master?
Are you my thabal for
the night? (Moonlit)
Or else are you the
lightning for a few second?
Your delicate
movement is like the fingers of graceful dancer
But never heard your
anklet and bangle’s sound,
Like the Rajkumari
of ancient king (daughter of the king)
So decent who mounted on
chariot,
Don’t make me to wait
please tell me it’s becoming late...
Who you are master?
If you don’t laugh once
in the twilight
This city would be gloomy
more
Oh! Laugh, is there
any reason behind
Did someone have stolen
the smile of the master?
But you make me laugh
Please tell me who you
are,
Who you are master?
Why did you help me?
Why do you open the door
of benevolence?
That tuneful voice
circumspectly call me occasionally,
But I’m the shadow of the
shrivel tree,
Master you are the Banyan
tree.
Don’t hide any longer,
please tell me...
Who you are master?
Are you the sprout on the
shrivel tree
Before the life wholly
fallen in the autumn?
Before the morning star’s
light
In the invocation of the masajid’s
azan
In the sound of the
church bell,
In the morning bhajan
of the temple,
I pray to the God
With heart and soul
With full devotion for
you also
But, I do not know,
Don’t make me thirsty I’m
craving, please tell me...
Who you are master?
In this mirage’s world
I won’t ask any question
though I want to.
Carrying these picked up
imprints and shadows
Which I wholeheartedly picked
up, accumulated...
One day I shall go back,
Alone, without informing
to anyone…
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