Filter through dews
Ye may flower upon the branch of time
While there will be all around hues
Yet ye may never lose my thoughts of rhyme
Come whatever it so may
What else curse might fall again
Upon the bed of a love's gay
My heart will wait for ye to listen
In such a mood
So much sunk in deep sea of solitude
If at all I may do any good
Let me only pray for your well-hood
O! Do not ask me again
The same grief, the same pines surface
Where may I find a solace for my brain
Inside so much tempest, outside moon's pale face!
Shamik Bose 14.06.10 Calcutta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words have a romantic undertone