Fagun's moment

Swing that takes in the breeze
The south window is open.

They twinkle stars are still in the sky
So the mind is unbound today.

The attention was filled with random thoughts
Unfamiliar world with absent minded gestures.

With the south wind blowing the boat’s sail
Fagun has now reddened the occasion.

The game of light and darkness are going on
This is how the whole day passes by.

(Fagun is a month of spring in the Greater Bengal)