KALBAISAKHI

Drops of rain sink in,
cells swell
to be quelled
by a cold wind blowing across
soon after a small Kalbaisakhi—

a sudden gush of blood inside
receding to a quick but queer hush;


I know not
why I always think
you are there in every feel of this wind,
in each little wave of this mind,
in every breath of each green leaf,
in every quiver of this lovelorn lip,
in whispers of soft rain
in every shred of cool pain;

in every particle of this earth
in my every new birth,

in my dreams and screams
you are the only goal;
you are the music of life
in the silent rhythm of this soul !

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