(pakhi amar nirer pakhi odhir holo keno jani)
That bird, my sheltered bird
Why became suddenly impatient?
Could silent-talk of the dawn-light
Be heard along sky corners-
Calling appear amid clouds
Idle wings suddenly awoke
Feeling touch of inattentive blue sky
My sheltered bird now vanishes
Amongst the blue sky
Not going for any query or any job
Song-pot becoming full
Eager to pour down to the last drop
All words of own soul
Amidst the ocean of silent songs
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