(asha-jaoyar majh-khane)
Amidst this coming and going
Staring at whose path all alone
Amid gray-golden sky surrounding Shrabon cloud
Who knows what kind of light-darkness game
Amid this coming and going way
Dry leaf spraying dirt fresh one decorates branch
Between lost-yourself, water flowing near feet
Flowing away a tearful sad music
Amid this coming and going way
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