(oder sathe melao jara chorai tomar dhenu)
Please take me to those who
Take the cows to the grazing field
Those who blow their flute in your name
But why did I come to this?
Stone-stepping pond
Amidst this noisy crowds of
Buyers and sellers
For what kind of high temptation
The kind of call forest leaves make?
The heart of my heart is playing game
In the heart’s game-room
For whom the grasses point fingers to
I just heard this from the birds
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3/24/2015
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