পাতা:চিঠিপত্র (পঞ্চম খণ্ড ১৯৪৫)-রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর.pdf/২১৫

२ ● रे চিঠিপত্র know that your laughter is the tumult of insurgent life. * My offence (সোহাগিনী ইথে তোর এত অভিমান— অশোকগুচ্ছ ৭০ পৃ: ) When you smilingly held up to me, my sweet, your child of six months, and I said, “keep him in your arms,” why did a sudden cloud pass over your face, a cloud of pent-up rain and hidden lightning P Was my offence so great P When the rose-bud, nestling in its branch, smiles to the bent face of the morning, is there any cause for anger if I refuse to steal it from its Cradle of leaves 2 Or when the cuckoo fills the heart of the happy hours of the spring with love dreams, am I to blame if I cannot conspire to imprison it in a cage 2 Dwijendralall Roy ( Hisa arsi, atzvoj »» ) “Come, moon, come down, kiss my darling in the forehead,” cries the mother as she holds her baby girl in her lap while the autumn moon floats in the pale blue of the evening sky.