Fagun time
The wind blows in the arena
The windows of the south are open
The morning stars are still glowing in the sky
The mind is so reckless today
The mind was filled with random thoughts
Unintentional gesture of unknown world
Floating the wind’s boat
Fagun colored the time
Playing in the light and the shadow
That is how the whole time is spent.
(Fagun is the spring month in Bangla)