Nostalgia

Then I did not understand

That the heart of a boy gets arrested

At the eyes of a girl.

Then I did not know

That storm blows in heart

To touch a pair of wet lips.

Despite, you were there, Nabanita, by me

As my friend and my playmate.

For only three years -

Grade one, two and three,

You were my classmate.

Truly speaking,

I did not understand then,

What the feeling and the pain of feeling are called.

Now I am a man of twenty -

Trying to be crazy, but I cannot.

I try to forget sorrows, but I cannot.

I do not want to be nostalgic at all.

But, Nabanita, you returned.

In my memory and thought,

Till now you are that little girl,

Who used to play with me and

Who used to smile at me.

Do you remember what you used to say?

I don't remember though.

I only remember that yellow-green peacock feather

That you gave me.

'you know? I have lost it too.

With care, for a few years, I kept it,

Inside a thick book.

After that I lost it completely.

Then I did not really mind it.

I did not understand whether I should have lost it.

Today my young mind really repents,

'Why did I not give you something?'

Probably, you would have kept it with care.

Though your grace and shape might change,

That calm eyes of yours will never change.

I feel like seeing you today.

Nabanita, I wish I see you today.

You have come out of the secret cell of

My subconscious mind.

I still do not understand,

Why I cannot forget that

Nabanita of my childhood and

Why I cannot forget that cute face.

Only thing that I know is

You were there Nabanita by me

As my friend and my playmate.