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Thou art printed in thousands of eyes You are broadcasted... Here, 'You' refers to both the eyes of you Twin lamented shade in you Not only eyes, Eyes and the chin Love___ comfort achieved of asleep It seems to be circulated A coldness of pain From spinal cord To downwards... After falling in love I slept inadvertently It's only the absence of you That makes me awakened As if, I'm a painted man... Therefore In the midst of current and roaring wave Some people come to know That I'm a poet For long since, Even before composing any poem The fireflies glitter The evening is overwhelmed With the candle of a priest And I'm sleepless Distressed by your separation Floating In silence In a lonely-boat Some stories are broadcasted on air to air I'm, myself, too printed now In the lace of night In the home of dust, In grasses Here, In this non-Aryan sky of Bengal... ********************** From the Book : The Land festived with Circus by Rahman Henry, (Published in 2001 and re-published in 2004) *****************