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My Creator
by Kumud Biswas
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  My poetry, I know, he loves
He has received more than what he gave.
In the songs I have sung
He has heard it again and again
How his spring flowers whisper in the air
In rainy nights I have also sung to him
How loneliness and separation pain
And when in moonlit nights
Like a shadow I have moved about
Among the sal groves in bloom
Humming my unfinished songs
In silent footsteps
He has moved about with me
As eager as the bending boughs
To hear me playing my flute to his tunes.

And when in my beloved's tearful eyes
In gathering darkness in the dead of night
Silent pain has stood
And looking at her I have silently sat in flickering light
Holding her hands in mine
Then my maker has waited in the starlit sky
To hear the lyre's tunes
In which he calls all to the final tryst.

Transcreation of the poem Sristikarta from the collection Purabi by Rabindranath Tagore. The original in Bengali script may be viewed at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/12640.




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