(vanga pother ranga dhulayi porechhe kar payer chihno)
Whose footprint is there?
On color-dust of cracked road
Petals of flower from his
Neck-garland rolling on road
No message while coming
Left message after leaving
Alas, how someone else other
Than him do make me cry!
Then morn light was fresh
The road was filled with flowers
Colorful spring present on earth
There was no news from him!
Sitting in room I spent that day
Today carrying my tattered life
I’m going out on the road!
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