(ke bole jao jao amar jaoato noy jaoya)
Who says go-go, my going is not going away
Your locked door will open again and again
Catching hold of me by winds turning me again
You keep me afloat via receding to infinity
Again I row back to the shore amidst the tide
I am traveler, road is my home
My going same as coming back
In dawn light let my stars getting lost
Again evening-darkness lighting by quiet-eye
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