CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR - Happiness

At the last spell of a long phase of sadness
lay happiness ~
a bit glowing, sober and blue.
like Rooma's eyes, quiet and pleasing.

Splitting open the blue~firmament of cherished wishes
happiness descended on the youth's forehead
like a magical kiss.

Mild autumnal chill all around
noisy crows sat on the leafless branches
youndg women were busy in knitting woolens.

Non -exciting twenty-one-years
have passed in a joyless camp
leaving him thoroughly fatigued.

For a long time his youth
has keptits head down
void of dreams and desires.

All the past steps of the stairs
were full of spittings and shoutings,
weariness of the vanguished,
self-molestation.

No more the youth can recognise happiness,
loaded he feels to hear the loving, fondling care.

Is this happiness? thinks he.

Is this communion with bliss?

At the last spell of a long phase of sadness,
lay happiness.










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sukh
tr: kamalesh bandopahdyay

CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

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