Are you a dream, or shadow in the glade,
That walks through golden fields where sunlight glows?
In dew-kissed winds, your trembling forms cascade,
The river bends and greets your gentle flows.
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Again, your face returns to haunt my sight,
Along the path of memory falls the shade.
Within this empty heart, I lost the light,
And reach for hands that out of reach have strayed.
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O Spring, though tempests shake this mortal clay,
Thy breath revives the rose from winter's gloom;
With silent steps, thou steal'st the frost away,
And mak'st the barren soul thy verdant room.
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Within the vacant breast the words arise,
Upon the silver stream the shapes unfold.
The verse is like a star in peaceful skies,
The poet shines to turn the mind to gold.
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The dawn unbars the vaults of inner night,
And lifts the veil from dreams that led me blind.
What once burned bright now fades in colder light—
A phantom flame that mocked the seeking mind.
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Sonnet I - A Winter Evening's Fatherly Joy
Upon the bed the children leap and spin,
While winter's hush lies silver on the floor.
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When youth, untrained, did chase a fleeting flame,
And hoped that fortune's hand would crown his love,
Yet study half-done, he found no lasting claim,
And counsel harsh as stone fell from above.
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Beneath the veil of memory I lie,
Where shadows soft of thee still haunt my mind;
Thy whispered voice floats gently through the sky,
And leaves a tender fragrance left behind.
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শীত এসেছে—
চকডাস্টের গন্ধে আজ নেই কোনো তাড়া,
ঘণ্টার আওয়াজও যেন একটু নরম,
স্কুল উঠোনে রোদ পেতে বসেছে দিনটি নিজেই।
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I've loved full many times, yet none would stay,
Each fleeting flame like sand through open hand;
Yet still I sail upon life's shifting way,
A vessel borne across an unknown strand.
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