I do not know what I write out here,
It’s just a flow of thoughts, my dear –
Sitting here and waiting to meet thee
Makes me feel both gloom and glee…
The hours passing so slowly make me gloom,
It’s like waiting in autumn for flowers to bloom;
Alas, the time has its own pace
There is no way to make it race…
But, the thought that I shall be meeting thee
Is what makes my day lovely;
Knowing that I shall see you soon
Seems to me to be a great boon…
When we are together, you and I,
Time seems to just fly by –
And now, when I am waiting for you
The pace of time seems so slow…
-- Sarit Guha Thakurta (13:30 August 16, 2004)
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