You Will Come Again

From the parched bosom of

Kaliganga

Came flying some grains of hot sand

I am waiting there near the Beutha shore

Fluttering fragrant handkerchief of love

You will come again

 Trampling the fire of Chaitra

 To poetry.

 Towards mischief of poetry holding to the subtle beauty

 Towards life.

 Finally

 You came holding the rim of silence

 Wet in emotion

Shedding belligerence toward poetry

For years fathomless

Neither of us is poetry

But every life is embellished in poetry

Your advent in this world

Erases sin, hardship, filth, and drought.