Mar 19, 2011

None have the time

সময় কারো যে নাই, ওরা চলে দলে দলে
shomoy karo je nai

None have the time
As they go forth in hordes
My song it gets buried
Beneath one such tumult

Many are achievements
They engrave on stones
With much pride and glory
They can spare but a glance
At me and my fiddle
A smile condescending
As they go by in haste

Amidst all of this work
This business of the world
I know for sure you are
Listening to my song
When you churn the darkness
Gathering up the stars
From your wild blue yonder
You hear me in silence

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