Rabindra Gope Poems

At the very beginning praise the liberated Bangladesh
Sufferings of the liberated land were not deported yet.
Then I salute motherly homeland
Blood stained mother, mine destitute mother land.
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Postman of inertia seeks slumber's site in your eyes
My silent journey to the night's fatigue goes alone
Dense forest of tresses are the surges of river, parting of hair is a lonely path
In the remote unknown homestead, I'm attracted, faraway, secluded,
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Soft melodious words of songs shatter down under your feet
Day and night shed down speeches of sleep of the peasant
Salt-scented crop of labour kiss dejected lips of pain-stricken girl
Love of untouched soil attracts close
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I had some desire I had something to say
I had something to get like a pair of eyes like Tina
Like the blue of the sky, like the waves of the ocean
Bosom-full of happiness was due for me, I had some dreams.
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Can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Whenever your eyes scan, wherever you place your hands, there I remain
Garland of past days remain in the memory, deep into my bosom
Liquid melodies of diurnal condensed hurting.
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Desired liberal life, desired bluish caress
The sky had dark body.
The coulds were intoxicated
Now covered my face
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One day in the depth of hole of the flute, waves of my melody
Use to bounce my childhood making great commotion
In the deep dense darkness, touching the sad form of village
The hands of the wind dances alone and go away
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Like accumulated memory in the bank of my bosom
All the desires that remain in me are only for you
Blue rippling waves of the silvery body of Silent River
My love, rose-scented dialogue of afternoon poems
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Leaping over the barbed wire I saw you once
And learned your story of surrender to light,
Grasping the darkness, how long you’ll surrender life to sleep
With accumulation of sufferings you’re becoming old,
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I have been missing gradually
From the records of memory
From the afternoon of charming love
Missing as if a tress of rain
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