chnader hasir bnadh bhengechhe - The Laughter of the Moon
- Pratik Ghosh
- Jan 22, 2016
- 1 min read
The laughter of the moon has broken the floodgate, light spills.
O råjonigåndha, pour the nectar of your sweet smell.
Failing to find where’s it called from, the infatuated breeze
Falls for every flower that she meets.
Masked by sandal dust is the façade of the blue sky
Thoughts spread wings like swans from the woods of poesy
The moon sprinkles romance over the earth
Which nymph of the Indra-palace lit the amorous lamp?
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