By Phulman Bal

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Dusky Evening—
Yours guiding hands to the pine forests
Caring lips at my checks
At the sight of the Moon
Wandering fingers
With scaling tsunami
Slithering lock as necklace
All, entirely all
Are only standing
As the witness of reminiscences

In deeper dilemma
As a crow in cloudy atmosphere
Showing the rising Moon
You used to tell
It’s Valentine’s Day
And
You kissed my forehead
Then my fingers
You enjoyed my blooming bosom
With jubilant smell of lurking youth
And beautiful physiographic angles
Under the premises of making me social mobilizer
In a new would-be project

Dusky Evening—
Yours guiding hands to guest house
You made me observing the Moon from roof top
Mild-red light from zero watt bulbs
The smell of consumed hot chocolates
Odors from red label that you sipped in
All, entirely all
Are only standing
As the witness of reminiscences

In a dilemma
As a crow in cloudy atmosphere
Tales of Laila and Majnu
Saga of Shah Jahan and Mumtaz
And
Overhearing songs from Muna-madan
You used to find congruence between
The full Moon of the sky
And my bosom
You used to fit
The Moon of my bosom in your fist
After being ashamed
I used to remove your hands
And you told me silently
I do not deceive maichang
Never will I deceive you
You’ll be a teacher
After establishing a boarding school

Now seven and half months
Setting the Moon of Valentine’s Day
I’m searching your face
Oh, dear disappeared one!
The dense mustache
Which I could not see
In that very evening
The pointed nose like cliff
The clever eyes
All are under my search,
I must search all of them

And
Slowly and gradually,
The Moon of Valentine’s Day
Getting Matured
Inside my womb