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Stupid Musings

The night was young,
The lady fair,
The wind was fast and strong,
I needed to lift the wheels alright..
While she was humming songs.
We were stuck, in on road
so tight,
In mud and clay and murk,
For she was a princess of Baltimore,
While I was a simple clerk..
Dogs barked, and human scorned
The existence of me.
Filth and poverty
Darkness despondency...were the closest I could see...
Fanatic ,frantic i ran away..
In a land so mean and queer...
A land where tears were unheard of..
Where sorrows brought much cheer..

Dukkho Jatona, abeg klanti,
Kaanna jekhane ghum..Sukhno chehara...
Sushko abhoaye...jekhane mormantik morshum...
Amio ondho, chinta bondho,
Bhebechilam ei prem..Shob daridro, akankha joto.
Hobe rukkho molaayem!
Ekdin tobe amio jitbo,
Ei aasha nie haath,E enkechilam ami shei mayabi,
Meyer chitropath..
Abeg amaar ruddho konthe,
Tipe dhore mor praan,
Je praan jaane na, sukh kake bole,
Gaite paare na gaan!

Shun shun sabhi, abhi abhi,
kabhi,Kar mat , mere yaar.Aaj jise tune, awaaz banaya
Kaal wohi teri maar!sanjog, jab hona hota kabhi,
Sanjog kabhi hoti yuhi nahi,
Firbhi jisko mile tum kahin,
Jayega nahi woh haar,Hilega nahi woh kabhi bhi, kahin bhi,
Dar mat mere yaar!Dar mat mere yaar!

I believe in wonders still.I believe in you
I believe in living my dreams..To start afresh and new..

Notun kore, chinbo nijeke,Bhabbo tomake tai,Janbo moner gobhirer desh...Hridoyer majhe jai!

Tab jaake, jab shab kuch mila,
Tab jab mila sakun..
Apna bhagya , apni haath mein,
maan gaye tabhi tum

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