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Sesher Kobita: A Rendition


Can you hear the time passing by,
The chariot wheel's fleeting cry ....
Raising the heart beats of empty space,
Run over by the wheels, the stars weep, in disgrace...
O friend, that fleeting time, has consumed me in its rhyme....
Has dragged me on the chariot seat....
On a journey unknown,
courageously discreet...
Far far away from you....A thousand deaths I overcame...
A new beginning at its very peak...The chariot pace has blown
away my past name....
It is a point of no return...
If you still look far and try...
You wont recognise me....
Dear friend... Goodbye!
Sometime in leisure
under the wind and sky...
Sitting on the banks of memories , the night shall sigh...
The day when the tears of blossoms will hurt the sky...
In that moment try.....
To find the remnants of my heart...
And it will give you light, dreamy subtle and slight...
But its not a dream , its true...
Its my love, changeless, eternal for you ..
On change I float and drift apart...
On a journey in times tell tale..
O friend, farewell....
You have lost nothing at all...If you Immortalized me in idol...
if you please to worship my mortal self... Worship it , as
much....
I wont infringe through earthly touch...
I wont mix it with my tears...Your arrangements and all that
endears...
Yet tonight your compositions, my memories would sway..
I wont feel obliged or weighed...No matter how you try...
O friend...Goodbye
Dont mourn me ...I have work and space..
My vessel isnt empty.. To fill it, is my race..
Your anxious wait will give me great joy...
But for now I grant myself to him...
In good and bad...The one who sees me through eternal
forgiveness...That's my dream..
For what I gave you is yours for life...
Amidst love and strife...
You have it all, each moment , each gift big and small...
You are beautiful, you are rich...Your grants have far exceeded
my reach...
Your acceptance has indebted me too...
O friend.,adieu

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