Santanu's Poem

And beautiful those days were  Sometimes beside the village river, The nameless flowers into light of dusk perhaps whispered. Sometimes one or two kingfishers broke the silence of the river in a  sudden twittered. For how long, I have not seen sparrows into blind lanes of our town, Under the shades of high rise buildings when the sun would set, I ran to the roof to find west horizon. Then two owls would come in my window They kissed and parted into darkness And I asked myself whether it was love. And today I compare your eyebrows  with some red desert. And your smile with the beaming moon, And your hands with the leafless twigs And your legs with the awkward trunks And I draw your eyes with the feather of dead pigeons.

I count the days until you come I stand in front of the mirror to be adorable. After limitless waiting, days and dates come out from the calendar. The mind is bored realizing that you will  come never. If the mind dances again in the fragrance  of December’s paddy If the sunbeam flaps like birds of light If the black shades of clouds say bye I see, all my dreams have gone burnt and  ash flies from my silver ash tray. Probably a few promise will survive in the leaf of memory. The night will emanate as usual with  some affliction relieved. Maybes I shall discover the lost tune of  life on the shore of shadowy lake. After the drop off of the frail pages of  my mistake, Under the blue firmament, with my own shadow, I’ll walk far away. I will fly and sing like a morning bird I shall decorate all my dreams with one  downpour and a slice of sun ray.

স্বপ্নে দেখেছি তোমাকে কাল  রাতে।  দেখেছি, যেন আমি আর তুমি  আর আমাদের নিয়তি চলছে  একসাথে।  যে আকাশের নিচে আমি থাকি সেখানে অন্ধকার।  সেই একই আকাশ জোছনায় ভরা রাত তোমাকে দিয়েছে উপহার।  সব কিছু মেনে নিয়ে কিছু প্রশ্ন, ঘুম  ভাঙলো মাঝরাতে।  এ জীবনের গল্প তোমার আর আমার  এখানে হয়েছে ভালোবাসার হার।  শুধু কয়েকটা কথা মালা হয়ে, প্রণয়ের বরমাল্য দিল,  সময়ের গলাতে।