A lost wind I am seeking a path undismayed
Along the narrow lanes of life.
Along the narrow lanes of life.
The Pressure fluctuations that mothered me
Or, the hurricane haunting hopes
I am meant to merge with,
Nothing really I have on my mind,
Except a mania for motility.
Or, the hurricane haunting hopes
I am meant to merge with,
Nothing really I have on my mind,
Except a mania for motility.
Every path I pry
Ends up becoming a part
Of a long asphyxiating labyrinth.
Ends up becoming a part
Of a long asphyxiating labyrinth.
Yet, when the sun undoes
Its cloak of invisibility,
I wrap up my world of words
And embrace the road
With the only hope that one day,
Like all my predecessors denied salvation
I too would seek an eternal refuge
In the cosmic eyes of a Banalata Sen.
Its cloak of invisibility,
I wrap up my world of words
And embrace the road
With the only hope that one day,
Like all my predecessors denied salvation
I too would seek an eternal refuge
In the cosmic eyes of a Banalata Sen.
*Banalata Sen is a famous poem of Jibanananda Das
-punya
-punya
