Asit Mukutmoni :
I know you won’t wrap me in your heart
With love and tears as doves pair,
This remembrance is merely your pastime
To hang me between day and night,
A sudden breeze of the vanity spring
To blow the branches with madness,
To pour a drop of dew on perished grass
To float a disguising love episode to flash.
I know you won’t wrap me in your heart
With love and tears as doves pair,
This remembrance is merely your pastime
To hang me between day and night,
A sudden breeze of the vanity spring
To blow the branches with madness,
To pour a drop of dew on perished grass
To float a disguising love episode to flash.
You are flying as multihued butterfly
Kissing the petals of diverse flowers
When I look the tedious gloomy sky,
Aimless thought whisper I wonder
Count the risk of rain and thunder,
With swallow look to dazzling moon
Netting the past sorrows and pain
But simple a waste of breath I gain.
For long you are apart from eyes and smell
But with cosmic ray of fruitless fire I dwell,
For peace and love I am digging my hole
Silent cry enrolls to touch the beloved goal.
