(Se amar gopon kotha shuneja oh sokhi)
That’s my secret word friend come to hear
I can’t get by thinking, what I will say you
My soul is hearing that flute amid blue sky
Whatever I utter inside my mind become song
My mind says as though he will be coming
That’s why tears came down after smiling
Look amid the stars offering such signal
Watching that the moon keeps on smiling
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