poem – Page 5

Mooning

Mooning~ The moon played peek a boo

সকাল থেকে আকাশ আজ অভিমান করেছে

এক আদিম চেনা হাতছানি যেন দেয়।
খুব চেনা, খুব চেনা মনে হয় তোমায়।

Cooking~
As I cook…

Masks~
You,
Who I knew, or thought I did
What untold pain
Your pretty smile hid
What sadness what anguish
Gnawed you, that you could not rid

Nature’s Rhythm ~
Stop
And smell the flowers

Posted on May 27, 2020 by Ipsita

My Fallen Tree~ Goodbye old friend,

২৫ এ বৈশাখ~ A tribute to Tagore

Art transcends..
It transcends the senses, and stays there as a thought and an emotion.
Art speaks…

Poetry is that what hits a mark
Takes you along