As the twilight was approaching,
Betab River was quietly flowing,
Fading sun rays kissed her goodbye,
As she flowed on, carrying on her bosom
Different shades of the afternoon sky.
The last rays of the setting sun
Touched the coniferous treetops and passed,
Working and visiting men and women went fast,
Back to their hamlets, as their day was done.
A green bench sat unoccupied, as there was none.
Only a while ago may there have been
Many couples there, and may be they were keen
To sit on that green bench,
And have some quiet, private conversation
That might have laid their love’s foundation.
Dhaka
13 July 2019
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