(sesh nahi-je sesh kotha ke bolbe)
There is no end -
Who will say the last word?
Expressed by a strike
Burning as a fire
When cloud’s turn end
Rains fall begin
At snowfall end
Appearing melted river
Whatever seem ending to eye
Only cross dark door going light
Piercing the old heart
New naturally appear
Budding in life give fruit in death
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