(onek-diner amar-je gaan aamar-kachhe fire-ashe)
That old song of mine returned back
Inquired on type of travel-wind
Where does get fragrances of flowers
Gone ever leaving everything
With zero hope for returning today
What tune do you intone for it?
Songs losing all accommodations
Are accommodated by you
Bringing language to those
Whose parting has been insured
As soon as the tears dry out
Starts crying after your tunes
You are the carrier of forgotten days
Keeping the dreams afloat in far sky
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