A while has passed since you called my name
But no one heard you
And now I can not withhold the unseen tears
But no one listens
I wander with a musing heart
And gaze at the faces I find
No one evokes such tears
As you do
The strains of music sharply rise
And this enclosed world
Trembles in agony, in ecstasy
Yet no one knocks at the door
The sky reverberates with the pain of the unknown
The air bears the flight
Of a nameless message
Yet here, the pathways
Do not speak of the untold secret.
Puja, No. 161.
Translated by Anandamayee Majumdar.
Illustration by Nilanjana Basu.
Published in Parabaas August, 2010 (22-she Sraban, 1417)
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