Manik Chakraborty - Poetry

The nijhum flute of the leaves.


As much trouble as I have
As proud as I am,
Know the goodbye time
I will donate everything to you.
As many words as I have
As many songs as I wrote,
You will listen sitting alone
Prana will cry in pain.
Late night Nishir Shashir
Water will fall in both eyes,
The nijhum flute of the leaves
Hundreds will shake

Manik Chakraborty.

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Maybe I'll find you again.


Maybe I'll find it again
you,
In the green land of late afternoon.
We will meet, we will talk
In the eyes
wet body
Birds will fly to the horizon
In the afternoon
The sun will set,
The stars will shine in the sky.
In the enlightened city of Jochana
Just you and me
walk away
A barren forest

Listening to the silent song of the trees
will pass
last day of life

Manik Chakraborty.