She comes draped in agony
A year here too late
As fate is today
But a farewell.
Farewell it is
Once again in November
When the air is a Misty cold
Along the streets of Dhaka.
Oh the winter
The winter of my life
Cheers a heavenly delight.
Of memories
As old as now
Made over the years
But farewell it is
Of joys
Of lost beginnings
And terrible sorrows.
Farewell! Farewell!
Can you not see?
A world lost in it's mere fantasy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem