SUN-SET LOVE & EVE-TIME TUNE

OCTAVE     III

Still  fertile  clouds  float
even  on    autumn  sky
in-spite  of  warm  dried  up  wind  on high
in  departing   despair   sigh -or
like the   trapped    breath   held  within !

Let  them  all, -- go   or depart
let  fortune itself  fade
let   my sun-set  sky   await   alone
losing   all   memories   stored  within
or  even  the  breathing  air .

Let    all   fragrant  memories  of  spring
fly from   all  corners or    space  above
let  Time itself   now    lazily  lie  or  die .
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Transliteration   of    Bengali poem  of  2002 (+)