Tagore Song (296) Her Hand Carried Garland Of Giggling Flowers, Having So Many Diverse Shades Poem by Tushar Ray

(tar hate chhilo hasionge rong kora)


Her hand carried garland of giggling flowers
Having so many diverse shades
I had with me sad fruits soaked in my tears
Suddenly lovely she said ’let us exchange’
Looked at her face, oh dear, kindly charming
She took my tears sodden vase, looking curiously
Taking her new Fagun-garland I held in my chest
Hastily going back told smilingly ‘I am a winner’
In the evening, hot day’s end flowers waned
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