(Sokhi Amari-duare keno asilo, Yogi-vikhari at dawn)
Why this yogi-beggar coming to my door
At this early dawn hour
Why his Bina singing at such sadist tune
I see his face as many times I come and go
Kept thinking whether calling him or let go
In dark-bordered Shrabon, clear- Shorot
Bosonto southern winds, lawns flowering
Singing songs on so-many thoughts
Can’t engage my mind in duty due to tear
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