Searching you,
Banalata Sen
Going deep
Into the pages of history,
The myths of beauty,
Beauty and love.
Are you a poet’s imagination
Or a king’s princess
Or a nautch girl?
Are you a celestial damsel
Or an artistic imagination
Or a girl post-modern?
Searching you,
Banalata Sen
Going deep
Into the pages of history,
The myths of beauty,
Beauty and love.
Are you a poet’s imagination
Or a king’s princess
Or a nautch girl?
Are you a celestial damsel
Or an artistic imagination
Or a girl post-modern?
The guileless heart of her.Let her play in dust,Do not snatch her childhood from her.
If you can’t bear with,Do not,Do not seeBlue Whale Game.
One evening,Come that evening.One eveningI shall go away, I shall go awayAnd you will feel heavy for that,But what that can I do,What can you,Except being sad and lonely?If possible, remember me, remember me sometimesBut I have nothing as that to recall and rememberAs I shall be dead and gone away, my friend.
Kya mai bhi aapka mazak udaayun?Aap kitanei kaalei theiYaa dilwalle thei?Rahat Indori,Mocked you all,Now may I mock you?How blackly had you beenOr had been hearty enough?
Assam, Sikkim,Manipur, Meghalya,Arunachal, Nagaland,Mizroamtransgressed Iinto Myanmar,Bhutan, Tibet,China, Mongolia,Siberia and the landsstretched and lyingfar beyond.
A small girlGoingTo school.A small daughterOn her wayTo school,A small poor girlGoing toLabour school.A daughter,Just a daughterLoving and dearAnd nothing to differentiate it.