You Will Come Again

 From the parched bosom of Kaliganga Came flying some grains of hot sand  I am waiting there near the Beutha shore Fluttering fragrant handkerchief of love          You will come again  Trampling the fire of Chaitra  To poetry.  Towards mischief of poetry holding to subtle beauty   Towards life.  Finally  You came holding the rim of silence  Wet in emotion Shedding belligerence towards poetry                  For years fathomless  Neither of us are poetry  But every life is embellished in poetry Your advent in this world Erases sin, hardship, filth and drought.