Pijush Biswas (12 July,1988 / Nadia, West Bengal, India)

Its like a piteous recognition of us
But not a drop of tears from her eyes
As if telling me 'together we were'.
No words uttered she to me, but
Her eyes on my eyes.
Lot of words I read in her eyes
Oh, but I fell in vain.
Vital her eyes, same as mine were
Became they fixed in an unexpected way
But lost then I my expressive power.

Fateful we, that at the narrow lane we were
Crowded it was, but meeting again
Same as the meeting of previous-birth.
Became I charmed seeing her eyes, as
She became stared at my eyes.
Long distance it was between she and I
But love of previous-birth made attach our eyes.
'Tell me something', as if said her eyes
But my heart gave me no advices
It seemed later that I was vain.

Her eyes, as if, said me 'remember the past'
And 'come in my life again likewise
As you were before', but oh, I was vain.
Looked she back crossing me, and
Ye, somehow I saw it inaccurately.
No 'hi', no 'bye' there were
But, came they silently from our mind.
Hopeful I am: for a meeting again
'O lady enchanter, we must meet again! '
By the truth, its a promise again by me.