(Sokhi oi bujhi bansi baaje, bonomajhe ki monomajhe)
Sokhi(Pal) flute possibly sings
Either amid forestry or mind
Where southern wind flowing
Where flowers are blooming
Oh Sojoni tell me, where do arise
This glad night, forest or in mind
It’s pointless, if going or not
I die in shame for no reason
Who knows where he’s roaming
All alone with separation pain
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You have pictured a forest of the mind with wind blowing and flowers blooming. Sojoni not knowing where he's going, but being separated and all alone in pain. A very provocative poem, Tushar. Enjoyed reading it. RoseAnn