In my child hood - on memory lane
through the mirror-like surface of the pond
I used to view my face , alone
with playing -mood and lonliness
all around.
Who was then for me ,or -
what was there for me !
Only my playmate
the shades of mango-grove
On calm wter-surface the cut-piece sky
all the time and year round
the cloud floating in joy
and scanning it's face
was the lone play-mate
that rural child-hood time !(traslated by myself from my Bangali poem)
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