(dekha diye je cholegelo o chupichupi ki bole gelo)
Person came to show his face quietly left saying what?
On his way along the garden stepping over so many flowers
Thinking in mind who knows what absorbed as if some music
Looking up over to sky – melting the heart of the moon
Goes on ringing at each step Music-Bina over the grass
Who know whom he loves or not, don't realize cry or laugh
Don't know if coming back – don't realize asking what
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