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Amar byatha jokhon ane amay tomar daare (listen to the song)
When my hurt makes me visit your gate
you welcome her and beg her sit.
She longs to be taken in arms,
leaves everything, is pricked by thorns.
When my hurt makes songs, I am the tune.
You can not remin faraway.
A bird hit by bolts, my song falters and it falls.
Then from the looming dark, you appear instead.
(another version by Rumela)
Amar byatha jokhon ane amay tomar daare (listen to the song)
When my hurt makes me visit your gate
you welcome her and beg her sit.
She longs to be taken in arms,
leaves everything, is pricked by thorns.
When my hurt makes songs, I am the tune.
You can not remin faraway.
A bird hit by bolts, my song falters and it falls.
Then from the looming dark, you appear instead.
2019 08 19
When
my pain brings me to your door
You
yourself open the door and beckon her
Yearning
for an embrace
She
rushes across thorny paths
Relinquishing
her all just to be with you
When
my pain rings out
I
play to her tune
You
are drawn to the song
You
cannot stay away
Like
a bird on a stormy night
My
song slumps down
You
step out then into the darkness
Awesome, as usual.
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