By Sankar Kumar Dey
Rainy night,
this city is sad,
the creation of happiness in the heart is torn apart,
Still love to stand by the road,
my Mallika without the loose end of her sari.
Mallika's gaze caught on the lamp post,
how many blows to the chest,
she has prepared herself.
At first, she used to stand with her head down in shame.
The eyes were watering.
Immediately used to prepare herself, by removing water.
In this uncontrolled water, how many paintings were painted.
In a colorful dream of love, she held hands with Anirban.
How many nights have passed, with the desire to sit face to face,
how many twilights, the two have spent staring at each other,
how many afternoons have been spent, holding each other's hands,
how much time has passed,
sitting together by the river.
Only one dream, to build a new house,
to build a new house.
One day the two lost themselves in the sweetness of dreams.
A new life begun.
Family, society, reforms nothing could stop them.
All the powers of the world were lost to the will of Anirban and Mallika.
The call of the Doel, Quail bird is the arrival of spring in the forest today.
The soulless couple is addicted to creating new worlds.
After a couple of months,
one day in the middle of the night, the clouds in the sky,
thunder is falling moment by moment,
lightning flash,
nature is like a terrible madwoman.
Sometimes the birds leave the nest,
wings flapping to save their lives.
The dog team is in hiding.
They have no voice in their throats.
In this frenzy of nature play,
Mallika feels alone.
Never felt so alone in these two months,
how the whole body is getting lighter.
Where do you leave,
my Anirban?
Gradually nature calmed down.
but seems unfamiliar in the morning light.
In the address of an unknown country,
Mallika discovered herself in a new form,
with the red glow of the sun.
The first sound of the morning came to her ears,
“You look very beautiful,
such as eyes, like those lips.
The price will rise in the market.”
“Now go,
get dressed quickly.
First customer, should be happy.”
My Anirban
Where is my Anirban?
Where is my Anirban?
Earth shuddered with screams,
Terrified birds flew out of the nest flapping their wings.
Turn back,
bake the face again said,
“I didn't take it for free,
brought it home at the right price.
Thirteen thousand in cash.”
Mallika burst into tears.
Only one voice came out,
my Anirban.
My Anirban.
My Anirban.