An innocent boy leaving the lap of mom
Opened his fearful eyes in the war-trodden world
And asked in a depressed voice, 'Where have I come? '
I told him the name of earth.
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Forget me not,
Forget not me.
Forget day hot,
Keep night with thee.
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How many poems you have written, o Tagore!
How many poems, o Jibanananda Das!
How many immortal pictures you have drawn, o Zainul!
How many songs you have composed, o Nazrul!
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A rose has bloomed so far,
I get smell, can't see her.
A rose has bloomed so high,
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Those who will read this poem composed in tears
After one hundred years;
Remember, this day of three twelves, we swore
We would love like no others loved before;
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[Dedicated to the dead rivers of Bangladesh]
Once these paths were rivers,
These fields the processions of water.
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Sitting on the peak of mountain, whose face
Frequently I see; walking with my beloved
On the streets of Rome, whose words I remember;
Like a pet pigeon, to whom my heart and body
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I have forgotten her face once I loved.
I have forgotten her name once I recited in dream.
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I am like a caged bird
Does not ever get tired
To find the way to fly
In the lovely blue sky.
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