A translation :
That day , my friend said.. i am 38, you are now 48..
suddenly i looked back, she was still 28..
that love still lingered,
flames of passion, still burning,
i could see, two little drops of water, in corner of her eyes,
"are you still colourful,"---asked my friend's wife...
"no, now i am black and white,"---i pointed to my greying hair and moustache...
True, the years just passed by, before i could realise,
colour of my hair changed,
power of my spectacles went up...
But she never changed
Even today in this midday of my life
she remained my Ruby Rai,
my heart still chased that golden deer
That Hemanta Kumar's number--" I lost my heart somewhere...", my heart still sang...
2 comments:
beautiful...Yes time fly's we wish to hold those golden days tightly in our fist, they somehow slip from the gaps of our fingers. The Bhalobasha still remains a flickering light...protected in the heart..."Sshhe Din Dujone Dule Chinu Bonne Phulo...Shei Sriti tuku tobu khone khone jano jage mone bhulona.."
Friends are God's way of taking care of us... nice quote read somewhere thought of sharing
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