I sing in Bengali, I sing of Bengal
I find my groove forever in this Bengal.
I dream in Bengali, in Bengali I compose
Have walked this far on this Bengal's affectionate roads
Bengal's my life's joy, Bengali soul's tune
I see once, I see many a times, I see Bengal's face.
I speak in Bengali, I speak of Bengal
I float in Bengali, laugh in Bengali, I stay awake in Bengal
I exult in Bengali, grieve in Bengali.
Seeing everything, agitated I scream in Bengali
Bengali is my bold slogan, launched bow 'n arrow
I see once, I see many a times, I see Bengal's face
I love in Bengali, I love Bengal
Holding her hands I come to the whole world's folks.
Anything that's great I've humbly embraced
Water from seven seas and 13 rivers flows into Padma and Ganges
Bengal is my thrist-quencher, satiating last sip
I see once, I see many a times, I see Bengal's face.
I sing in Bengali, I sing of Bengal
I find my groove forever in this Bengal
I dream in Bengali, in Bengali I compose
Have walked this far on this Bengal's affectionate roads.
Bengal's my life's joy, Bengali soul's tune
I see once, I see many a times, I see Bengal's face.
I see once, I see many a times, I see Bengal's face.
Note: translated from Bengali. Original work by poet and singer Protul Mokhopadhyay
August 31, 2009
August 26, 2009
Without you .com
Without you Amazon will still just be a river
Without you Facebook will create no hi-fever.
Without you Victoria will reveal her no secret
Without you Mr. Gates will create no .net.
Oh yeah without you .com oh yeah
Oh yeah without you .com oh yeah!
Without you Gmail or Hotmail will not deliver
Without you there will be no blogger or Twitter.
Without you Blackberry will stay just a fruit
Without you Yahoo will simply remain a brute.
Oh yeah without you .com oh yeah
Oh yeah without you .com oh yeah!
Without you Facebook will create no hi-fever.
Without you Victoria will reveal her no secret
Without you Mr. Gates will create no .net.
Oh yeah without you .com oh yeah
Oh yeah without you .com oh yeah!
Without you Gmail or Hotmail will not deliver
Without you there will be no blogger or Twitter.
Without you Blackberry will stay just a fruit
Without you Yahoo will simply remain a brute.
Oh yeah without you .com oh yeah
Oh yeah without you .com oh yeah!
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August 13, 2009
Lament of a flower-reader
My little, my dear
My precious, my flower.
Summer breeze brought
your smell from the sea -
I sensed you in fullest bloom
I felt all your feelings
I studied you petal by petal
The breeze is no more
You are no more
I am no more.
But for once -
I want to:
Smell you
Feel you
Touch you.
My little, my dear
My precious, my flower.
My precious, my flower.
Summer breeze brought
your smell from the sea -
I sensed you in fullest bloom
I felt all your feelings
I studied you petal by petal
The breeze is no more
You are no more
I am no more.
But for once -
I want to:
Smell you
Feel you
Touch you.
My little, my dear
My precious, my flower.
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