Debashree Kachari Poems

In Jordan in a refugee camp,
An orphaned baby child wipes off
Tears of her widowed mother.
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Not yet
Not just yet;
Your memories are faded,
It still echoes, echoes somewhere
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I didn't know how silently
The new Spring came into my old
village and left,
It's tender radiance that
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Time is melting like a piece of
cheese,
And the night is cold; a hooded
owl flies,
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A far cry, a blast of cooper-like sky
Cascades golden hye that embraced green so shy,
A pall of azure soon gleams and arise;
Shadows of sadness then blink and dies.
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Strings are on fire...
Fingers are on pyre.
Dance to the rhythm of my burning violin,
Dance to the horror of the night.
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Each day​ when the evening spread its wings across the yellow sky,
When the crowd gathers around
and when the air is heavy with odors of wine, CO, and sulphur.
We seat together, in a small corner​, amid the bustling street;
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শ্রাবণমাসে আকাশতলে অগ্নি জ্বলে
ঝলসিয়ে ধরাতল
দারুণ তৃষায় হ'জ খাছেঘুরে বেড়ানো
কোথায় আছে জল?
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Cold silvery water flows hissing like a stream engine and meand towards Arctic's bosom as if it is the Nagapasha astra from the thundering bow of Indrajit.
Ripple dances to a botman's song on the honey pebbles, and on the wet stones like a drowsy crocodile. Isn't it a bride-grooms procession?
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