BIMALENDRA Chakraborty
Agartala, Tripura
For you, a thousand fireflies,
Stars of the dark night.
For you, wandering minstrels,
A few tender saplings bright.
For you, the green and lush,
The forest of sal and silk-cotton.
For you, the flame of springtime’s fire,
A heart painted with love begotten.
For you, the whistling magpie,
The murmur of a waterfall.
For you, the wistful minstrel,
Songs of Rabindranath’s call.
For you, a morning in bloom,
Birds filling the air with cheer.
For you, the wide blue sky,
A festival shining clear.
For you, a brand-new dawn,
Bathed in golden rays.
For you alone, the sun will rise,
And free the birds from their cage.