Tagore Song (279) Spring Goes Smiling On Way Out Leaving Touch Of Last Flower On Forest’s Forehead Poem by Tushar Ray

(bosonto se jaygo hese, jabar kale)



Spring goes smiling on its way out
Leaving touch of last flower on forest’s forehead
Likewise you will also go, I know
Asokebud falling from your hairdo to parting plate
Staying myself alone on riverbank of image-drown
Carrying painless face in memory
Accompanying decaying sun of image-immersion
This is good; let the shadow stay behind the union
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