Tagore song: kholo kholodar rakhio na aar bahiray amai daray, posted and translated by Ranu

Open , open the door,

Do not keep me waiting outside.

Respond to my call,

Look at me,

Come and greet me with open arms.

My work is done,

The evening stars have risen.

The lighted ferry has disappeared,

In the vast ocean.

Is the water-pot filled,

Both sides of the wharf clean,

Did you tie your hair,

pluck  the flowers,

string the garland?

The cattle is  back from the pasture,

The birds returned  to  their nest,

All the  paths surrounding the world,

Have disappeared in  the dark.

Do not keep me waiting outside,

Open , open the door!

……………………….. 🙂

 

DP Daily Prompts: Image Search

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Image search: Pick a random word and do Google Image search on it.Check out the eleventh picture it brings up. Write about whatever that image brings to mind.

My random word is snarl-up. The eleventh picture was a traffic jam.

While looking at it I remembered the traffic jam in Dhaka, I was going back home in my brother’s car, all around us were impatient drivers blowing their horns, some trying to go in front of the vehicle that was ahead of them.

It was a very warm day , I could smell the gasoline, the smell of trash, food, pedestrians crossing the road, there were  cattle moving along the road, it was simply chaos. I was praying that there is no accident which would further delay us.

After about forty minutes the vehicles were crawling and we knew this might be another day of frustration for us.

To make matters worse the bus drivers were screaming at the top of their lungs to let them go ahead, they didn’t care there was bumper to bumper traffic they needed to be patient.

When we finally reached our destination after two hours, I told myself I’m not going out shopping, this is it!

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Tagore song posted and translated by ranu

Sunlight is peering through the clouds,

It’s not cloudy anymore.

We have a holiday today,

I don’t know what to do.

Which forest shall we choose to get lost?

Which playground shall we choose to run,

I will make a boat with paper,

and decorate it with flowers.

I’ll set it afloat in the large pond,

And watch it swing and float.

The shepherd and I will look after the cattle

and blow the horn.

I will roll in the jasmine bushes,

and smear myself with the scent of flowers!

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/12/tagore-song-po…slated-by-ranu