ক্যাফে কাব্যে অনিন্দিতা ভট্টাচার্য্য
On a fleeting afternoon,
You and I, busy by the Ganges,
The fair colors will spread around of the crimson sun
From time to time, the chilly wind will give wrinkles in the sea of love.
In a new way, in a new form ..
Butterflies will touch lovers,
All the values around will be discarded in a box.
In a nameless envelope ..
Letting go of every anguish
I’ll fall in love with you again,
On a day just like this, in solitude just like this.
Where the moments can be touched ..
Without even knowing the name .