Lake Water Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

As water in the lake is sensitive to the breeze and cools it as it moves over the surface, that sensitivity -
Smile from the depth of your heart as you catch hold of my frail limbs,
wait for a few seconds and then walk away.
I know what I am going through, most of the people go through this phase some time or the other,
But you too are caught in the same ride, a roller coaster,
Tears that arise now are pretty old, like that broken nest of the pigeon,
Sensitive to my state,
It cools me, a soothing sensation
How many in this world are so fortunate to have received this feeling of sensitivity,
That makes you so humane.
Long after you depart, a drop of tear rolls down my cheek too,
A pretty old drop, - how many years old I do not know,
As heart gets old, it becomes tender -
Sensitivity, all about being humane.