Bishnu Dey

1909-1982 / Calcutta, Bengal Presidency, British India

Urboshi

I am not your Pururoba! Hey, Urboshi,
A realm I erected here at mortal Aloka
Ephemeral, no doubt, inspired by my senses.
Come; won't you join me here?
Unfurling the enthrallment the Kodombo offers.
Stay a while there,
The endless invitations your physique offers.
Bereft of time - won't you stay a while,
In the fleeting moment of mirth
In the darkness of sky's colloquium
Burn, burn my body - the one lit by nudity
In cadence, brightened by Dewali.
Urboshi, won't you stay through the night?
Million stars would lit up the sky
in the deafness of night's silence.
As if, engulfed by Rahu,
Won't you stay enveloped in my arms?
Much the same as earth's nymph,
Your tremulous figure quivers in awe filled with modesty!
I am not your Pururoba! Hey, Urboshi,
The endless lovemaking, which I lust for
Thus, I latch onto earth-sky,
Our love is like a rainbow;
that is all what matters to me.
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