Face to face with you
Today the spring has come
At my rooftop garden
Murmurs of bees
Listening to the voices of flowers
With the rebel wind, we come close
Let us celebrate this moment
Let us pretend
We love each other
For years
Breaking into pieces
In a perfect harmony
A dream in a dream
This spring
A sonata of dreams
We knelt, we wept, we prayed
Lost in wilderness...
Asoke Kumar Mitra
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