(tumi kon vangoner pothe ele supto rate)
While coming in deep night
Which broken road you did follow
Anything of mine if broken
Became glorified by your footstep
I will be stringing in Moni-Necklace
Swinging in my heart in secret pain
That string having in your lap
You intoned it in firm hand
And when broke you left on ground
That silent music is your gift, I know
Roaming in Fagun-winds in lost tune
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