he nirupama - Oh Inimitable
- Pratik Ghosh
- Jan 22, 2016
- 1 min read
Oh inimitable,
Lest my song should lose its rhythm, have mercy.
The sound of heavy showers, the gurgling river in its banks
The murmur of the new leaves in the forest
The wet breeze proclaiming all around - the rain-ballad.
Oh inimitable
Lest I should be frivolous, have mercy.
The intense rainy days have come, the woods too numb in joy
The Bakul shrub is intoxicating
The fragrance of the new Kådambo is inebriating.
Oh inimitable
Lest I should be capricious, have mercy.
On your dark eyes – the shade of the rain-cloud has fallen
Locks of your black hair decked in Juthi-garlands
On your feet the greetings of the new rain.
Oh inimitable
Lest my glance should offend, have mercy.
At every corner of the sky, lightning strikes
What is it the impatient wind is rushing
Towards your windows for a fleeting amusement?
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