Love, You carrieth black spots
Dark as if part of this life,
Works remain-but you
Travel as if
Somewhere in memory preserved,
Given myself to flute-
my all-as if to get hold of you;
Thrown to dust - lineage
Wiped blackish spots,
-as if to get hold of you,
If I could you come across-
me searches for the garland jewelled lost,
As if to get hold of You...
(note:- it is a transliteration of a bengali scribble of one old man...a poet and a former colleague...)
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