Nazrul, it was but Smt. Giribala Devi
Who let her daughter,
To be
Your beloved, Pramila,
The second wife
To be by your side
Who but won over your heart
Through her good manners and behaviour,
Culture and education,
Delicacy and good habits!
Nazrul, in refurbishing you,
Music and love cast an impact
Of their own
In making you,
Birendrakumar Sengupta's cousin
And Giribala's daughter, Pramila and her love,
Your romance with her
Make the love for Kali, Bhagabati, Shiva
Born in you
And you drifting,
Drawing closer to shyama Sangeeta!
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