'Choroibeti'
At morning standing by
The river Ichhamati
I often realise
Refreshment of creative urge
The flow of its water
The blow of cold wind
The rising sun from the Eastern sky
The young labourers
The running boats
All seem to me are the symbols
And they stand for a single word
'Choroibeti'
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