One More Time, Dear! Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

If you touch my forehead
With your gentle kisses,
I will be able to fight this dirty society without taking any arms.

If you hold my hands firmly with indomitable belief,
I will be able to remove the darkness from the the charming Morning's purity.

Why have you turned your face from me, even without expressing my fault?

I know you are now a lone Sky like me;
I know you are now suffocating like me;
I know you are now spending tearful nights like me!

One more time, dear Lady!
Stand before me one more time;
Stare at my open eyes, one more time;
Believe me, my windows are still open like before;
One more time, oh, dear Lady!