choitro pabonay - The Spring Breeze
- Pratik Ghosh
- Jan 22, 2016
- 1 min read
With the spring breeze, in the woods of my heart, music blooms
Oh fair girl
If the day passes without you, the blossom will fall in the scorching sun
Be trampled in dust – unloved
Oh fair girl
I await you – time is running out
Under the shade of the woods, come over – pick up the flower
Knit it into your garland
Oh fair girl.
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