June 22, 1962: Binoy Majumdar

Then let it, let it all burn, the fountain, the gaping, wounded heart
Let peace stay away, let me forget all satisfaction
Let my body, my soul, fill with my agony for her
Her eyes, oval like a boat, had held the intense call
Of the ocean, shadows, clouds, rainstorms, the sky, the wind
Like the memory of the blossom that pricks with its thorn
Her thoughts won’t go; this agony, it is as secret, as sweet
As the sting of the membrane torn at the first lovemaking
Then let it, let it all burn, the fountain, the gaping, wounded heart

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