(Tomayi kichhu debo bole chayaje amar mon)
My mind wants to offer Thee something
Even if Thou don’t need it
When I found Thee all alone in darkness
Along Thy way to deep forest
I wished to light a candle for Thy path
Even if Thou don’t need it
I saw people in market abusing Thee
Throwing dusts at Thee
Along such rude path Thy Bina keeps playing
And Thou absorbed in strings
I wished to welcome Thee in flower-necklace
Even if Thou don’t need it
People come in groups shouting Thy glory
In many noisy languages
Repeatedly knocking Thy door for begging
Often abusive and crying
I wish to offer me at Thy feet without return
Even if Thou don’t need it
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3/14/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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