In the razed path, that saunters to me, on
the ochre dust, there lie her footfalls!
A petal or two is spread out from the garland
that girdled her.
When she came furtively, there was no jingle,
not a tad of clink-
But she went away and I knew then…
It is she, or who else would make my eyes
flooded with tear!
The tender light was softly radiant then, at
the day break.
The petals covered the way.
And the spring with all its hues made his
presence felt
I had waited and waited, in my frustrated
hut, hopelessly, for a missive-
I would leave for good, leave today, carrying my
threadbare soul…
(Aamar Bhanga Pather Raangaa Dhulaay by Rabindranath Tagore)
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