অসীম ধন তো আছে
(asim dhan to achhe)
You are so.. rich..
Yet.. here.. you are
unhappy.. before you receive..
the gold.. back.. from me..
in little.. bites..
You gave me a full.. bag..
Now.. here.. you are
calling.. me..
since I.. shut down..
You want.. to be the beggar..
You want.. my heart..
Your antic.. tickles the world..
You will step off high.. ground.
walk with me.. on the dust..
Till.. death.. do.. us part..
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