O gentle breeze, of the west!
Do not disturb the letters of love.
Scattered carelessly on my desk,
While dusky skies prevail above.
If you so wish to take from me,
Take the moist of my pillow.
To the far off land where she be,
Standing by the willow.
Carry the fragrance of wet soil,
And sprinkle memories along.
Touch her gently, ease her toil,
Or sing to her my song.
A savage kin of yours parted us,
But you kindly be kind.
Taken, soon I'll be by the night,
But tis' her I'll ever find.
-Karan Ghosh
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