Kete anka kete banka
Gacha bi padiba jhanka
Pade pichu pade mati
Uthani gadani rasta saiti
Galabele dekhiba mandira
Khandakare seta besi sundara
Au khande gale pde masani
Thiba sethi jagi mausi kani
Dekhajiba gote bada kothari
Pakhe gale jiba dari
Abe naba tume nauka asara
Sarijiba athi dhara
Tapare padiba ama tutha
Chaliba sidha kari hata mutha
Janiba grama asila
Pitha pana basnaru
Ata houchi mo mausi Pua
bhaira parichaya
Taku pachariba mora
Asala parichaya.-
Barnana kariba na rachana suniba
Gharakari rahiba na batabana hoi chaliba
Katha houki rasta samaya dhau saha badaliba
Kichi mane pakaibaku bachaku bulile khali padachinha rahithiba
Ae micha sata jagatare jie thare dhariba
Se kali cahu cahu chadi chalijiba
Janmilabele thiba nijara boli gote sabda galabele khali jiba saba
Kintu smruti rakhidaijiba ae padachina niraba
Ajithu jadi kichi bhangibara achi ta bhangibare laga nija garba
Chinta karibara achi jadi chinta kara sabubele naba
Ae duniare aji thile kie kaliku thiba
Padachinha aka sathi bhabe rahithiba...-
Adhika hasilapare kandibaku icha hue
Adhika jitilapare harijibaku mana kuhe...
Premara akhyara rakta gara dai bohijae
Au chota chota bhul hrudaya bhangidie...
Kete raga kete rusapare rana padithae
Dine amiti asithae sehi ranatabi bhangijae...
Chadigalapare ketedina keterati luha bohijae
Ta aradina ajanatie Jana hoijae...
Au thare sata prema arambhahue
Au thare alaga habapai raga rusa mana abhimana chalithae...
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I know the reasons behind our gap;
The distance you asked for.
Don't worry, it's also sufficient to be ok living without you but thinking of you, going out of coverage under millions of twinkling souls.-
That you make your 'everyone'
You always use the word 'none' for them...
Read it twice to decode!-
The Sensors Of The God
Tasting the God's art in my taste buds
Locking my cones and the rods
In the lands of heaven
Imagining the candy huddles,
The arches and the cones.
Loosing my olfactory, after
I inhaled the fragrance,
The way heaven textured on me
I found my crazy factor.
Hear hearing French dialect
No words but sound matters
The strange rhythm took place
Making long sentences of OP
Without full stop.-
I was wrong,
I didn't make a mistake
But I have been doing mistakes.
My each step of impatience,
Counting number of mistakes.
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