(kotha hote shunte jeno pai akashe akashe bole jai jai)
I could hear from somewhere
In sky saying coming-coming
Amid the leaves and grasses
I hear sound of deep sigh
“Alas they aren’t here not here”
So many days of cumulated pain
And enthusiasm spreads in wind
Along the path to his departure
Looking today toward that way
Looking toward that way today
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