I hear, I hear intently
the sound of your footsteps
I rush to the door gently
To greet you with peps
My heart is your regal throne
You are my highest need
My celebrations have nubile grown
around you, my sacred meed!
That’s how when the birds tweet
Moving sound of the falling leaves
Heralding your arrival sweet
are clues that my heart believes
Days go by, the nights pass
Your thoughts ….just outpass
************Translated from original Bengali**************
Bhaswat Chakraborty
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sound-of-your-footsteps/
