Lonely In My Floral Chariot Poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam
Lonely In My Floral Chariot
O my friend,
you walked on your thorny path smiling,
seeing me lonely in my floral chariot, crying.
O the friend passer-by,
if you took me to your path,
I would have covered all the thorns under my breast.
Now I cry in my gay chariot
longing to become your friend in distress.
[Original: Tumi heshe chole gele; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]
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