কবিতা / শ্রাবণী ২০২২

Letter to My Knight

1
I will cry one day, cry and tell the tale you never knew
I will cry and the sky will be dark
The clouds are deep, and the moon is numb
And I will cry as you stretch your shoulder.
The clouds burst and warm drops soak the cold chest.

2
If the bird dies let it bury in the blue hills 
The hills, where you thought you will get that hamlet done
The vale where you drew her close
The river in which you moulded.
Bury her and sing the song
Bury her deep in the dark green forest
Bury her as the new dawn arise
Bury her such that she blooms in the next spring alike.