(tomar rongeen tulor pake namabolir ankon anke)
Movement of your color-paintbrush
Writes Lord’s Name on body’s cover
Creating glee among winds in flower garden
Having desire in my mind
Telling you secretly today
Your letter-traced lines depicting my life
When at the end of my day
I will have to say goodbye
I’ll make chord of your hand-carved flower
Organizing them in a string
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