(Chokher Aloye Dekhe Chilem -)
I see my external world
With the built-in lights in my eyes
So, I plan to see things inside me
When there are no external-lights
Remaining hidden on this earth
Thou linger in having my heart filled
Now, I wish to see Thee, Oh my Lord
Using Thy very own light
I was playing with Thee in my room
And that doll is broken down
By a huge storm
Let's drop that silly game from now on
By communing heart to heart with Thee
Though my instrument's string is gone
I will play with my heart's string!
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1/26/2015
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