Between You & Me (Part – 2) Poem by Rafiqul Anowar

The night was starry –
I walked alone
In a foggy moonshine,
Where the river quite flowed,
Heard the whispers of the waves.
I stopped at night
Of a Winter or the Spring.
Coldness of the winter
Wiped away from the nature,
That time – the south breeze
Flew to my window
And my night was sleepless at all.
In the land of that Spring;
Of life – of youth – I was awaken,
But she was in a dead deep sleep.
As frozen foam she appeared
beside the river;
Lying like Ivory gravestone.
She laid – her chest was covered
by her skinny white hand.
And the rest -
God save us
From her glimpse of the beauty!
Perceived by one, not by many;
which faded wholly
At the moment of Dawn.
I'm still searching for her,
That Princess of my story,
As I believe; for long years,
She is lying somewhere
In a deep eternal sleep.

(Extracts from the poetry 'Poroshpor' by Jibanananda Das')