Friday, April 20, 2012

now please sit...

Now please sit...
Walked for long as you
On the lonely dusty street...
Now please sit ...
For a while...
Under this tree...
With leaves rustling merry
And the soft rippling sounds of evening as the boatman ferry...
Now please sit...

(see another rendition of the same in bengali at http://www.theboatsong.blogspot.in/p/mother-tongue.html)
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