AVIJIT MONDAL

WEST BENGAL, INDIA
AVIJIT MONDAL
WEST BENGAL, INDIA
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Whose Heart Is This

They say He controls your heart,
somebody says the heart is your won,
They say love, Nature all are the Figment of mind.
The brag could not bring me peace,
But made me weary and sleep.

Clock showed it was four-
Two hours to dawn,
I could not get up at midnight
Or at two o' clock,
But it was romantic enough
To view the night show.

Weary dew fell for the last time
at the last hour of night.
I could hear the sound of drizzle,
The obsolete tunes seemed to be mine,
I fell in love with this thorny brake, that crematory land!
I addressed to none but cried -
'I love you' in the air,
Then I found what a blessing means -
Blessings of dew, blessings of glade, grove, all mute.

My land was not so pictorial, no rose there
Still I breathed a more romantic aroma,
That made me listen to a dulcet melody,
sometimes male, sometimes female,
I couldn't but danced almost madly.
What spell she cast upon me,
I forgot shame, still kept dancing in broad daylight,
They laughed at me.
What spell He cast upon me!
Was that heart hers or mine?
Now is this heart His or mine?
I am benumbed.
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