Lonely In My Floral Chariot Poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam

Lonely In My Floral Chariot



O my friend,
you walked on your thorny path smiling,
seeing me lonely in my floral chariot, crying.

O the friend passer-by,
if you took me to your path,
I would have covered all the thorns under my breast.
Now I cry in my gay chariot
longing to become your friend in distress.

[Original: Tumi heshe chole gele; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]

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Kazi Nazrul Islam

Kazi Nazrul Islam

Bardhaman / India
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