(amar mon Kemon kore, ke jeno kahar tore)
My mind is restless
Who knows, who knows, who knows for whom
Chirping birds from unknown direction coming
Going along faraway skyline
Making my thoughts running
Towards the winds along seashore lines
The dream-seabirds flying along the sky
Who imprisoned me in the gold-caged room?
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