gram chhara oi ranga matir poth
Those roads of ruby earth
That leave from the village
They steal my very heart
Gaze at whom, with arms stretched
Sprawling on the red dust
Who lures me out of home
Tugging at my ankles
With every step
Who abducting takes me
Pulling me along where
To which damned place
What treasures at which turns
Unearth will he
What debts at which crossroads
Unleash will he
The end where does one find
Contemplate cannot this mind
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