To ''shunchhó" (Sanchayita)(Written On 10-05-2000) Poem by Subhojit Kar

Sanchayita, your eyes are like a deep, placid lake
Your voice like chiming temple bells.
When you speak, i hear the murmur of distant seas;
Winds laden with flowery fragrance
Whisper your sweet name in my tired, jaded ears
I long for your cool, soothing touch
To bring down my fever of shame.
Lady, with your soft, loving fingers
Wash away the wounds that she inflicted on my soul.
She raided and plundered my heart
And left, mauling me to shreds.

O Darling, with the balm of your love
Make me whole again.
Many a sleepless night i spent
Seeing snake-eyes and hearing hyenas laughing in the dark.
Come weave your dreamy spell on me
And sing me to a restful sleep.