Kazi Nazrul Islam

(24 May 1899 - 29 August 1976 / Bardhaman / India)

Like A Lost Bird - Poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam

At the end of the rolIing road, my dearest, I await alone;
Rolling in the dust of the path you have traveled.
The way you have walked on the bright ground of the mountains
I wish you could rub your feet on my breast making me forget my pain
I do not desire anything, no slumber in my eyes;
Wandering aimlessly in the street, the neighborhood laughs at me.
I cannot go to the pond, how have you enchanted me!
In the black water of the pond, I see your black beauty
You have scandalized me and left me alone!

[Original: Pothhara Pakhi; Translation: Kashfia Billah]

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012



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