Buddhadeb Baroi Poems

Mother, in my infant
I was in your Elysium
In your hand me you elevated
Kissed me in face, cheek and lips
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The tragedy of my growth
Had come through your tragic hand
Again and again before my death
I am recalled with your magical band
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Let me take rest in your eyes
Let me come close to your heart
I love you so much
As you hate too much
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Happy those days when you was with me
To prattle our love-talking
Be glad i was listening your speaking
With your love i was drunken
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A little rest, a little rest
Beyond all weary works away
Mute birds sleeping on thornless branches
After flying long after way.
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What is this word mean?
I fell in love with my silly lover
That i led my life in romantic way
I was happy with my love in her eyes
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