The Black Spect

Your cornea is hardly visible! So, it's difficult to recognise you By seeing your face alone; Even then, I can… And is a bare need, in deed. The reason could be the-then-mistakes. Once- in meetings, I used to say- How are you? Or, how do you do? Talks used to continue… Today, I don't know- what happened! Hundreds of thoughts come into my mind; Say- How do you think of me? Oh! No! No! It won't be possible- As being in running short of time! So far, you were a radiant source… But, I'd to cut off as I was sad and angry… Naturally, I'd look ugly! Keeping all aside, I say- Weren't you there, to make the mess! Today- the eye cannot draw an image… Only sees that the sun frowns on your spect; And I'm! Living in the corner of a shed... As if, a raft after the recession of flood… It's too stretched- The day light- no end. Now, it's the high time. You must leave the speck- Being good and gentle! Why should you look through a black glass, then! I have been to Lovan that day- And saw you in A TO Z CORNER with your counter part- Dew drops on a pine bunch… I agree- it's not a mistake, on your part. So, you'd look OK without the spect. It's good that you could come out From all back-dated thoughts Throwing off gurgle water on it. Now, by God's grace- Don't wear the spect- Leave it- only for me! Dated: 10-11-2017. _______________________ Note: The original poem in Bengali is available in the web www bangla-kabita com