Mousumi Bhowmik

When twilight casts its gentle, silver glow,
And shadows dance upon the moonlit floor,
The night unveils a mystic, tranquil show,
Where dreams take flight and hearts desire more.
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As dusk descends, the twilight paints its hue,
A canvas swathed in whispers of the night.
The heavens, like a curtain draped askew,
Reveal the stars, ablaze with golden light.
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When I talk to you
The waves rise in the sea
Occasionally touches
the beach
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On this special day, with love profound,
I celebrate the man, so dear and renowned.
A day that marks your birth, my cherished love,
A gift to this world, from the heavens above.
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Upon a snowy hill, at dawn's first light,
The morning breeze emerges, pure and bright.
Whispering through pines, a gentle hush,
Caressing the landscape with a wintry brush.
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One thought tells to fly
Tells sky has no limit

Another tells to know
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Only once in the past
I thought I would see the mountains
Surrounded by lush green, high arrogant.
I thought I would know the secret of difficulty
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When I stay indoor
my thoughts want to fly
I imagine the walls
as an empty canvas
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In nature's tender grasp, a wondrous sight,
A flower's quiet journey, hidden from light.
Beneath the earthly veil, a secret it keeps,
A treasure wrapped in petals, as it slowly sleeps.
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Be it a mask that can cover up disgusting instincts
Even if you can't wash it off, keep them behind a screen.
Let its hardness be so beautiful
that everyone loves it.
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When the flowers blooming,
the world becomes anew,
with colors so vibrant
and scents so true.
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As the snow melts away
and winter bids adieu,
the world awakens
with a vibrant hue.
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Bengali, the language of my soul
A melody that makes me whole
Its rhythms flow like a river divine
Touching my heart like the sweetest wine
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As daylight fades, the evening casts its spell,
A gentle shift from day to hallowed night,
When shadows dance and mystic tales compel,
And stars emerge to twinkle with delight.
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Now I often sit for no reason, many, many times
When the solitude of loneliness
spreads illusion to the secluded.
When the shadow of silence on the horizon
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I imagine God in the idol
Then put demand at every moment
pray for blessings,
But at the end of the worship, even if the idol is immersed, I hold fast to faith.
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No one can't come back on that way
Even the path is allowed to walk but disappears behind the moment

Even though everyone knows
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Whatever I throw away
The river carries away everything

Hundreds of tears, sorrow
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A language of love,
Of poetry,
Of music,
And of dance.
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Let our lovely days come back
Let spread the arms
Let fly with the butterflies
Let go off in the green solitude
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