After calling you time and again I went back.
I went backwith empty hands empty hearts
Into disappointment and deception.
Door that was avowedly to keep open all life
Was shut by some clever design
Not in monsoon but in the very spring.
The flowers that were to bloom in the dawn of the day
Buds have wilted in the drought in after-sunset darkness
Puting out all my dreams and starlights with both hands
Must you depart in search of new warmth?
Even after twelve years today, Purobi, I went back
After calling you anew, nursing blue poison in my heart.
The body, the earth and the sky are shaking with lust
But you”re still unmoved with your unfailing arch looks.
This is a call of the blood that none can deny.