With Myself

With Myself
"কত কি করার আছে বাকি "

Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Hill Top

(In memory of Juhulaw Kachari, A Nobody) 

Yet to finish my half cigarette, 
A dark cloud is wrapping up the river fast.
 Searched in my pocket and found 
That Plectrum, peeping out of few penny.
I don't have my guitar with me.

What about the first chord I learned?
What about leaving everything to reach the Hill Top?
  What about those green grasses, wet days 
And a bright smiling face?   

I left my land,left everything.
I left you my friend.
But still here is the "Wind of Change" at Hill Top,
Grasses are humming every time, 
my first chord.

Now I fear, coming down from the Top with my shoe laces open.  

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