Mind’s window

Saw a glimpse of eyes from my mind’s window,

But I can’t memorize her face;

Spent many days & nights in thoughts,

But I can’t swap the eyes from mind for others…

 

Quaking all the boughs of my heart,

The flowers of craving fell down;

I wait with a garland of those flowers,

If she commits the previous slip-up;

But she never does…

 

She left the tune long back,

The melancholy echo of her anklet;

I wished to captive her by chain,

But the chain altered to her anklet;

She is liberated for ever…

 

(The translation is done by me from a beautiful Bengali song and dedicated to someone who is the inspiration of my photography)

 

 

Done