Monday, 5 August 2013




Tales of good old days, how you'll forget it dear 
Oh, those love-locked eyes, is it possible to bury, never. 

Come, please do come for once my buddy, do come in heart of mine. 
We may talk of tales of joys and woes and tune our minds fine. 

We plucked flowers at dawn and on swing we swayed free. 
Playing the flute we sang together under a Bakul tree. 

Along the way we parted and we went to different parts. 
If We should meet again dear buddy let’s meet in our hearts

© Translation in English by Deepankar Choudhury

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