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by Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee & Prapancha Boruah
You said that blossoms are decked with fragrance
A vision of flowers makes me oblivious of my dysphoria
You told me the azure sky has blue waves
A vision of the blue firmament
Makes me forget my sorrows
Now flowers disappeared
(2)
I offered the posies to you
And treasured my mistakes with me
I gave you the blue
And I cherished the dark collyrium
In the eyes of the scud of the sky
You reside in my easel of thoughts
and in my dreams
My sky is still adorned with
your blue pigment
All blithesome lilacs be showered
on you, my most adorable man |
