Poems 
Holiday
by Kumud Biswas

Let me have a holiday
How do I tell you where?
Where the wings of bees flutter
All day long
Along the way full of fragrance
Of the Sirish flowers
Where the clouds float
In the far away sky
Where when the evening star
Is about to rise
My mind is lost
In the murmur of water
Where all the searching has stopped
And in rainy nights
Memories of the past
Softly humming
In your lonely room
Do not keep you awake
Where my mind
Is like a banyan tree
In the midst of a grazing ground
And stands beside the way
Someone sits under its shade
To take a little rest
Or leaning against its trunk
Plays his flute
At languid mid-day
The bearers put down the palanquin
Of the newly wed bride
In the dark fortnight darkness
The crickets' music gets mingled
With the crescent moon's dim light
Where all the coming and going
Flow like a stream day and night
None holds on to something fast
Nor is so vain as to shove away others.
In the morning light
The star of the night
Floats away its lamp of dreams
Where it goes
Nobody knows.

Transcreation of the poem Chhuti from the collection Punascha by Rabindranath Tagore. 

July 2, 2006

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