Sokhi, Bhabona Kahare Bole?

I question thee with all my heart,
I question thee of thought...
I question thee why day and night,
You crave for love begot...

What is love, what is faith...
Is it pain and grief?
Is it tears or sorrow dear...
Is it sigh of grief...

Then why the quest, why the crave, why the need for more...
For what joy do they cry and cry...and believe happiness is in store...

Through my eyes all is nice..
See all new ... See all pure..
The bluish sky , the sparkling trees...
Moonlight still, is sad am sure..

They laugh they sing and
jump around ...
To feel the life and drop dead on ground..
The sense of pain, the sense of tear..
They realise none in all endear....

The flowers droop in smile and gay...
The moonlight gladly fades away
The stars they sink in oceans vast...
Yet the joy in their smiles last...

Peace I have a lot share...
Allow me to take good care...
The happy heart sings aloud...
Will soothe the pain , the dark shroud...

Everything will make thee sad..
A day you smile its not too bad...
the day is near when joy prevails..
Lets forget pain and all details....

and sing a song in cheer.
Lets question them , let ask them back...
What is thought... What is love...why is pain so dear ...

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Beche Thakar Gaan

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