I am a maiden sit in a garden
Dreaming my life to become a wife
My father is older he needs to strong my shoulder
Where is my lover? I think in sober
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One day a green colour bird entered into our thatched house
My wife wanted to drive out but she never went
And with apology, requested to stay with us
We don't have any cage; how can she stay with us?
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She is a girl, godly creation
Carries joy for your deadly hours
Cuckoo sounds for her, heavenly flower (Parijata) blossoms
She is rare in creation, not like other animals
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I trust on fate and trust on work
Trust on life and distress
I trust on anxiety, trust on popularity
Trust never loss the heart
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Oh Dears! Be free and free from all bounds
Forget about old dreams and dream on new society
Marching on a new road and freedom for the nation
Oh Mothers! Come forward and come with your strength
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I stood in a queue
to be allowed and to see the sea
It was restricted not to all
but for some who is not in view
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My native school and my village pond
My canal road and my child love
Continue with me even though I live in Urban
I am not forgetting her shy eyes
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We do not accept your corona death
You were so popular in your village and villages
Your bicycle riding and preaching lessons
Is remembering your greatness
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I look at you in the dense forest
Standing far from your presence
Looking your face in the crystal moon
Feeling my sense, you are coming soon
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My village childhood recalling
To go back to see my village scenes, and
Rickshaw Puller drinking country liquor in his mud huts
Sitting at the river mount enjoy the soothing river flow
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