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Mar 2014
This forlorn noon when the southerly breeze
scatters on earth the forest's flame
the Spring fires engulf the trees
my heart chants your name!

O wind carry my abeer to her
show not on them my tear's stain
whisper to her though she's far
mine she would forever remain!

Petal o wind her dark cloud hair
kiss deep her crescent forehead
hold me captive upon her stare
tell my love would never fade!

O Spring wind be my messenger
carry to her my passion's flame
tell her though she's now gone far
my heart only chants her name!
abeer - usually red, color of Holi, the festival of color ; being celebrated all over India today.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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