pagla haoar badal dinay - The Rainy Day
- Pratik Ghosh
- Jan 24, 2016
- 1 min read
On the rainy day of breeze loony
My mind is unsettled and unruly
Beyond the known world, where no path leads
Unreasonably it rushes taking no heed.
Will ever it return home again -
No, it won’t, it won’t.
Oh, all barriers are down now.
In the rain-intoxicating dusk, inebriated like båloram
And my dreams go tipsy -
Topsy-turvy.
I desire what I shouldn’t aspire,
Where can I get that won’t transpire -
I won’t get, won’t get.
Oh, I yearn for the impossible.
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