(amar sokol kanta dhonoyo kore futbe ful futbe)
Blessing all my thorns
The flower will surely blossom
The thorns turning into colorful
Blossoming as the rose
After my days longing from sky
Southern wind will rush in
Enjoying scent to satisfy my heart
When I will get right thing to offer
My shyness will go away
So my heart’s desire will take form
When my friend comes by night’s end
Petals will fall lying then at His feet
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