With an empty hand I came indeed but empty should I go,
With shaken lips, drenched eyelids, and besieged agony? No! -1
With me shall be my untold story and my choking throat,
To tell you dear in your ear, ‘My friend, forget me not.'-2
With a hero's power and in full care I will take with me
The glazing water-fall of the love of you all as my journey surety. -3
All the menace I will take for a grace and treat as my friend;
In rains and dews, and summer flues, with that my time spend.-4
Your eyes bled, I often beheld, but half way is my story;
If now I leave, come to my grave; I will read out full poetry.-5
And if you can't I'll come and chant my songs by your ear;
Love me more and I do assure, more music you will hear.-6
Thinking it's a ghost from the deep frost, will you get a fear?
If its so and you do know, don't love me so much dear.-7
Lalatendu kabi
With a hero's power and in full care I will take with me The glazing water-fall of the love of you all as my journey surety. very good poem..... philosophical making the reader to think about life and death..... this is a meditation and how a life of love plays in our lives. than k you. tony.
O my god..beautiful thought..it is eternal..it will be flow from generation to generation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life under the burning sky without a penny is obviously interesting when a drop of water falls on our face- my ten +++ dear