এ তো খেলা নয়
eto khela noy
This is no game, my friend
A soul searing blaze it is
An anxious agitation
An ache of secret feelings
That permeates my being
To offer my life my death
At the feet of one unknown
Who calls me unceasing
Filling me with fervour
The heart says “I’m coming”
But venture I cannot
The words I want to say
I fear I should not say
Where can I lay it down
My salver of love
With tender care I thread it
Offer I cannot the garland
eto khela noy
This is no game, my friend
A soul searing blaze it is
An anxious agitation
An ache of secret feelings
That permeates my being
To offer my life my death
At the feet of one unknown
Who calls me unceasing
Filling me with fervour
The heart says “I’m coming”
But venture I cannot
The words I want to say
I fear I should not say
Where can I lay it down
My salver of love
With tender care I thread it
Offer I cannot the garland
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