Are you a dream, or shadow in the glade,
That walks through golden fields where sunlight glows?
In dew-kissed winds, your trembling forms cascade,
The river bends and greets your gentle flows.
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Again, your face returns to haunt my sight,
Along the path of memory falls the shade.
Within this empty heart, I lost the light,
And reach for hands that out of reach have strayed.
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Sonnet I
Within the womb of earth, in silence laid,
A hidden seed endures the storm's cruel might;
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The summer's searing heat consumes the chest;
The parched throat splits with thirst, the skin is flayed.
No fleeting moment yields a breath of rest;
On melting tar, the blistered feet are laid.
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Sonnet I - A Winter Evening's Fatherly Joy
Upon the bed the children leap and spin,
While winter's hush lies silver on the floor.
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When youth, untrained, did chase a fleeting flame,
And hoped that fortune's hand would crown his love,
Yet study half-done, he found no lasting claim,
And counsel harsh as stone fell from above.
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Beneath the veil of memory I lie,
Where shadows soft of thee still haunt my mind;
Thy whispered voice floats gently through the sky,
And leaves a tender fragrance left behind.
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শীত এসেছে—
চকডাস্টের গন্ধে আজ নেই কোনো তাড়া,
ঘণ্টার আওয়াজও যেন একটু নরম,
স্কুল উঠোনে রোদ পেতে বসেছে দিনটি নিজেই।
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I've loved full many times, yet none would stay,
Each fleeting flame like sand through open hand;
Yet still I sail upon life's shifting way,
A vessel borne across an unknown strand.
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When hope lay bruised beneath ambition's weight,
And fortune turned her face from all my cries,
I learned how harsh the hands of time and fate
Can school the heart with slow infirmities.
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