Tagore Song (264) Whatever You Say Pals, I Want That Golden Deer, I Want The Mind-Boggling Fast-Running Deer Poem by Tushar Ray

(amar sonar horin chai amar sonar horin chai, tora jeja bolis vai)

Whatever you say pals, I want that golden deer,
I want the mind-boggling fast-running gold deer
He moves suddenly out of sight, cannot be tied
Running away if coming close fooling my eyes
Only running after no matter if I get him or not
For losing me by myself in fields and forests
You get stuffs in the market for storage in room
Why wind of not-getting-a-thing following me
Whatever I had left me in my quest of nothing
Making one think I die searching my lost wealth
Oh, I am living in happy face without any sorrow
Losing me all by myself in the fields and forests
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