FINAL   SCRIPT
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To  day
on  these  evening  steps  
all  life - long  dialogues  
slowly ,  within  me  come  back
and  in dumb silence  stare.

All  those  that   I  vocalized   so  long
was  discoursing   only  to  myself
rising  beyond  all   spoken   words
like  soliloquy
only  to  muse  to  Self .

Or , like  subtlest  vibrations
within   ever - dark   and  deep  womb
of  Time
beyond  all  metered  Vocal - dance
and  like  some  sub - sonic  muse
on the  open Stage  of
 supra-perceptual  play -acting
to  my  Self .
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Transliteration  of  my  Bengali  poem   of  19 / 06 / 2009