Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Shorshe / Mustard


Kano? Konodin bhebecho Kano?
Jokhon amar jouboner shorshe,
Tomar book Jodiye dhore chilo shyee borshe?
Thoth dutee Tomar mile chilo Prano boroshe?
Ammar nishaas Tomaar rokter Laal ranga altar bishwaas,
Bhule gele amar tomay somorpito, altar ranga kobitaa?

Translation in English:

Why? Have you ever thought why?
When the mustard of my youth,
I that year grabbed your boobs?
The meet of your lips ended in the rains of life divine,
My exhale, turned into the red of your blood, the trust of altaa?
Did you forget my dear, my offering, my poem, the red altaa of your feet.

Submitted: Saturday, February 09, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 09, 2013

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Altaa is the red color Bengal and its women adorn on their feet lining just but shining burst.

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