While you used to play the most beautiful game
The ball used to dance in your legs like never before
So danced the crowd of all ages and colors
Where we find that beauty any more? Tell me dear.
Upon the shores of the Aegean sea
The winds still hum like a love-sick honeybee
Where are you Orpheus? Asks the Pine tree with a sigh
That music in symphony in game, replies Pele with a smile.
Copyright: Shamik Bose 17th Dec 2010 Calcutta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem