Poem: How many courses are left

 How many course are left

How many disgrace I keep in my heart

Thereafter one two three

How many days I just scream.

I am not the one who I used to be

My shirt's button, unbutton, goes free

So much sleep spread on the pillow

Dreams, wrapped in complains, are gone.

Say, the fancy that stays with me

Plays a part, speculatory with a faded smile

In the dark, palki* comes slowly

Spangles go up, floating in the sky.

The flow of desire in front of the eyes

I am a prisoner in a bound room

The last hope is in the burning fire

Tears make me laugh in the roasted leisure.

This mind of mine dances ta ta*

This mind sings a song pa dha ni*

Its doing things without understanding

Everyone in their hands has spicy cha-pani*.

Note:

Palki = palanguin ( many years ago,like 40-50 years ago in our region,women used to go one place to another,in general to visit relatives,and also the new wife comes home with palki,4 people carries each 4 side of the palki)

Ta ta = in our classical dance the rhythm is, ta ta thoi thoi like one two three four

Pa dha ni = in Bengali the scale is , sa re ga ma pa dha ni sa, like in English it is, do re mi .... (Forgotten)