She is not far from her birth-place but on the bank of Kopotakkho river, and nobody knew that I loved her.
When she often sings the sweetest songs on the bank of the river; the call of the cuckoo melts on balsam flowers that open its petals in the woods spreading sweet fragrance that sweeten our hearts with thrills.
Every night when I met greenish dark bird of my love the azure sky covers it with stars all over there.
2. You are lost
I cannot remember when I met you first But a deep romance in my memory wakes up and speaks on stealthily in my mental sky. The vitex negundo ,we call Sheuly rests fallen on the autumn morning and her green heart seats on the rainbow-boat and once I find her wafted on the horizon by the swinging colored light. Fragrant life like flowers having bright; full of beauty, and humor of the golden day, not known, when that's fallen and gone away like the morning dew.
You are beyond my notice, till now I search you. But! Oh! You are lost forever.
(The Poet Ahmed Ali, Advocate, my friend, died recently)
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