Friday, November 10, 2017

The poem for birthday

Whatever happened in other births, let that not matter
This time I am born as the taper
On the day of diwali,
The little candle too
Turned myself into sparkling dots
In the hands of children,
Blew the rockets up and away
Above those seven or ten storied buildings
Even if you don't believe come to the street
You will find me there in verandahs
Or you can climb to any terrace
And find me how with me a girl
Lighting up the stars one by one ...

{ the poem is transliteration  of a poem titled ' Janmadiner kobita' (জন্মদিনের কবিতা) by Joy Goswami }

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