16th November: Bodo Literary Day

Still winter season today We don't tolerate cold, take today Hard more than warm sunny has too be We didn't bore still today We shall hoist the flag in public. Literature has escaped from the gust Literature of the new agreement, both floor All language culture show. Legs then gave out the grass we bend A small drop of dew from water to revived, Today our hope has an open heaven Where the narrow range won't expect. O greet persons O bore can't ambassadors O heroes O martyrs Today we are the only flight leg to bend grass From Grass bend water sprinkle peace to you today. You people's soul has been happy You people's learned philosophy Ever lasting for live. Bodo goes live Bodo culture live Bodo literature be open Win would be the mother of the bodos.