একটুকু ছোঁওয়া লাগে
ektuku chhowa lage
A slight sensation a few words
With that I create spring serenade
In my heart deep within
A little intoxication
Of Palash* mingled with Champa**
With that I weave in many shades
Soulful tunes so many
The little that flows in
Slipping between moments
Paints dreams in a corner
Of the mind mesmerised
The little that drifts far away
Tingles thought in sweet melody
With that passes the hour and day
Keeping beat to the anklet bells
Palash* & Champa ** : flowers of spring
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