On Banks Of The Ichhamati Poem by Sudeepta Sarkar

In this moonlit-night,
On the bank of the Ichhamati,
Lonely, if I think about him?
Will he return?
Nah, it's my imagination!
He's no longer in my life.
Such, why do I think about him?
Tears wet the pillow
While I lay on the bed!
It bars self-consoling and
Looks at his ways,
And unknown pain fills my heart!
The stars wave me to go.
I'm unable to do so!
Once here, his works glowed
The activities of mine.
It's need to live long,
I've a lot of duties!