I don't care
Wish I did
I can't care
Wish I could
But maybe I do
And maybe I can
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Amar shWopney orey hajaar shada ghora
Amar shWopney-e porey kichhu manusher peT-phola phanush
Amar deoal-e deoal-e ekraash chitkaar chup korey jhhuley jomey achhey
Ami ekTu adhTu bhalobashar jonyo prochonDo kangaal, aaj-o
Ami bohudin hoye gYalo brishTi portey dekhi ni ekhaney
Ami koshTey achhi, bheeshon-bhabey koshTey achhi
Keu kono-din-o jaantey paarbey na....
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2 comments:
er? bhalobasha has it's own "jaat paat gotro", tai na? so what's the point? yes, there was a time i loved you, a lot. ekhon, honestly, what's the point? and my words are my words, right? i can afford to lie to my poetry and also with my poetry, tai na?
you have moved on, along your own track, and so have i. at least we have tried to, we are trying to. ekhon eshob chorbito-chorbon e labh ki?
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