Jasmina Khatun
I savored December to my heart’s content—
in the গভীর night of March;
in winter’s final breath,
I found the secret touch of spring.
Upon my lips, I traced my own lips—
a silent promise,
like a river brushing past the shore in whispers.
I adorned your forehead with droplets of light—
silent stars igniting
across the vast chest of darkness.
The wind came as a messenger,
touching the warmth of your body,
and left with me a single word—
“Love.”
All conventions, all hesitations, all fears—
dissolved into that one union;
in the meeting of our lips,
is inscribed the eternal repetition:
“I love you.”
Rampurhat, Birbhum, India
27/03/2026
