I bow my head to the God as well as to the earth,
To the former who has given the new birth,
Who has taught to love by gifting the youth into old body,
Who has removed the superstitions and tuned up the melody.
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Returning from tuition, through the rain,
With an umbrella, end of the eve,
I miss those days with unknown pain.
And every single-days let me leave
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In this moonlit-night,
On the bank of the Ichhamati,
Lonely, if I think about him?
Will he return?
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Emptiness, I feel some nights!
Me, I can't see, among you!
Beats few minutes, my heart,
Watching the long queue
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