Tagore Song (217) I Spent My Days Singing By The Wayside For Coming Going Poem by Tushar Ray

(asha jaoar pother dhare gan geye mor ketechhe din)


I spent my days singing
By the wayside for coming going
On parting who shall I hand over?
Singing flute in chest
I will leave the tunes subdividing
Amidst the pollinating blossoms
Keeping lettering in cloud-lines
Amid golden threads

Some song in the unity-necklace
Be strung in dual-necks
Some will wet the eyelids of duets
Some else in Chaitra-mas
Remaining hidden in Bokul forest
Pieces of my mental word
Be found by strange roaming mind
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