The Almighty Of Rekhta
Why feeling offended breeze,making tally of which lot,
Tell cause of stuffiness,difficult is now a single breath.
Tried to slip those puzzles of dreams and dreamy notions,
You bring here the aroma of elegant skirt with your breath.
You have concealed in your dispatch is barmaid's inclination,
Till now while still coquetry of blooming flower in your breath.
It is the end of your tyranny,bringing the message of intoxicated,
What prize you got to be the envoy and sold out your each breath.
It is impossible to continue when the breeze has become your foe,
It will blow even the shroud from the stiff of the crisp heart breath.
Rabindranath Banerjee (Ranjan )