he mor debata
হে মোর দেবতা, ভরিয়া এ দেহ প্রাণ
My very own god, this life and soul you fostered
what nectar do you drink from it.
You want a glimpse of your own world
through my eyes.. precious poet,
as I listen.. with awe you are there
heeding.. your own ballads by way.. of me.
Your innovation shapes my thought
in manifold missives.
With this mingles your affection
awakes ballads in me..
you view yourself affectionately
as you make yourself available.. to me..
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