(Kolahol to baron holo, ebar kotha kane kane)
The period for my noisy talks is over
It's time now for
Silent talks, only ear to ear
Singing only the heart to heart songs
Men are rushing along the main road
Busy in buying and selling cargos
Myself, however, is off on mid-day
Without knowing why I am called for!
Let the flowers in my garden
Blossoming untimely today
Let the Midday honeybees bumble around
Many a days I had spent earlier
Arguing over
The nature of good or bad tasks
Now my heart wants just to relax
With my leisurely playmates
Without knowing
What I am called for!
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