I stop where you start.. you know, perhaps just start to know!
When a music ends, I ruminate and you talk
i listen as if i just like to listen, my mind is somewhere
absorbed and untrodden..
When the love-stricken evening wind touches you
you feel to say something.. and i ruminate and you talk
i then water the water starv'ng flowers and feel for them!
the water they need most now, beyond love
the glory of love is not relevant
than their thrist
you forget and i just ruminate..
what is this for, O what is this for!
a laugh wonders
and i just ask why it wonders at all?
copyright: shamik bose 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem