Ler her know, about spell, Gospell! Respectfully, to get her, let her go!

Ler her know, about spell, Gospell! A Poem of Jibonananda Das Intertwined light, through the lighted and the half lit dimmed Not about a dream perhaps, perhaps among a tedious may Not about dream - not about peace - not about love A blossoming may for an unspoken, perhaps, also an unsung, just born I am an undeniable denial to deny any more And my hand receives the warmth, as the hand surmises All day long, for so long, all long gone, of one little value or none The way and the may and all about the say seemingly so seemingly so. Who is the weave and the chant, as they weave along Who will be the churn of this half lit, dimmed among Of about all these and those, their say and may, as they say so Who else will be there, anymore? Solar, a Vitamin D? Who else will leave anymore for a miss understood? Semolina, say molina All about and all, once more, again All about and all, seedless or even a seed, sprouts Those days and all long gone! Waiting for the harvesting season! The soil and the sunlight, the scent The water and the sunlight, the scent An yearn to see the neon or the sun A peasant and the full swing of rejuvenation Who else will be there roaming on this earth, awakened? Not dreams- nor tranquility-only a remnance of one among Sensual, faculty, intellectual. (first draft- incomplete)