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So enjoy your life with the best bangla love poem or valobashar kobita or premer kobita. Icche kore tomay niye chole jai bohu dure, jekhane sokale ghum vangbe misty pakhir sure.

Icche kore tomar sathe bristy te khub vijte, Icche kore pakhi hoye akase dujon urte. Icche kore ful baganer fuler gondho nite , Icche kore fuler mala tomar golay dite.

Tomar sathe dekha holo boisakher oi melay, sei theke mon ta amar tomay pete chay. Tumi amar sokal belar, misty roder alo, tomay chara kono kichu lage na je valo.

Tumi amar kichukkhoner, klanto dupur bela, tomar vetor amar mon koro na to hela. Tumi amar bikel belar misty kichu hawa, tomar jonno amar bare sudhu maya.

Tumi amar sondha belar jonakir oi alo, tomar kotha vabte vabte din ta sesh holo. Tumi amar rater akasher forsha chader alo, Tomay niye sopno dekhte ghum je chokhe elo. Never again will he wake. But the owl is awake, And the decrepit, putrefying frog begs a few moments more Among anticipated warm affections-beckoned by another dawn.

I sense all around me the unforgiving opposition of my mosquito net, invisible in the swarming dark. The mosquito stays awake in his blackened monastery, in love with life's flow.

Flies alight on blood and filth, then fly again to sunlight. How many times have I watched the play of winged insects on waves of golden sunshine. An intimate sky it would seem-some pervasive life force Controls their hearts. The grasshopper's constant twitching, caught in the mischievous child's grasp, Fights death. Yet in that foremost darkness after moonset, you, a coil of rope in hand, Had gone alone to the aswattha tree, Knowing that the grasshopper's life, or the doyel bird's, never meets with That of man.

The aswattha limb, Did it not protest? Did not fireflies in cordial throngs Appear before you? Did not the blind and palsied owl come and Say to you: Let's now catch a mouse or two!

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This taste of life-the scent of ripe grain in an autumn afternoon- You could not tolerate. In the morgue, is your heart at ease In the morgue, in that suffocating stillness Like a flattened rat with blood-smeared lips.

Listen, However, to this dead man's tale. He lacked Not love of woman, Nor did married life's expectations Go unfulfilled. From time's churnings emerged a wife And honey, the mind's honey She let him know.

Never in this life did he shiver In the cold of hunger's draining pain. And so, In that morgue, Flat out he lies upon a table. I know, yet I know, A woman's heart-love-a child-a home-these are not everything, Not wealth nor fame nor creature comforts- There is some other perilous wonder That frolics In our very blood. It exhausts us- Exhausts, exhausts us. That exhaustion is not present In the morgue.

And so In that morgue Flat out he lies upon a table. But every night I look and see, yes, A blind and palsied owl come sit upon the aswattha branch Blink her eyes and say: I too, like you, shall grow old-shall cast old lady moon across the flood, into the whirlpool.

Then we two together shall empty life's full store. This darkness, like light's mysterious sister. She who has loved me always, Whose face I have yet to see, Like that woman Is this darkness, deepening, closing in upon a February sky.

A certain vanished city comes to mind, In my heart wake outlines of some gray palace in that city. Persian carpets, Kashmiri shawls, flawless pearls and coral from waters round Bahrain.

My lost heart, dead eyes, faded dream desires And you, woman- All these once filled that world. There was orange sunlight, Cockatoos and pigeons, Dense, shady mahogany foliage.

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There was orange sunlight, Much orange-colored sunlight, And you were there. For how many hundreds of centuries I have not seen the beauty of your face, Have not searched. The February darkness brings with it this tale of a seashore, Sorrowful lines of fantasy domes and arches, Fragrance of invisible pears, Countless deer and lion parchments, graying, Stained glass rainbows rippling over drapes- A fleeting glow from Room through anteroom to further inner room.

Momentary awe and wonder. Sweat of ruddy sun, smeared on curtains, carpets, Watermelon wine in red glasses! Your naked lonely hand Your naked lonely hand.

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How many times have I watched the play of winged insects on waves An intimate sky it would seem-some pervasive life force Controls their hearts. Lost and Found in the Mississippi Delta. My lost heart, dead eyes, faded dream desires And you, woman- All these once filled that world.

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