Chanting Vibes In Bangla, I Sing

Chanting vibes in Bangla, I sing Bengali, words confluence in lyrical verse O glory be! I envision thee in inner me I caress thee in remotest pristine Bangla waterfalls. Chanting vibes in Bangla, I sing Bengali, words confluence in lyrical verse O glory be! I envision thee in inner me I caress thee in remotest pristine Bangla waterfalls. Chanting vibes in Bangla, I sing Bangla, words confluence in lyrical verse I vision in Bengali, as my melody flows in her Affection cradles me, while roaming this far. Bengali speaks in Subtle poems, Jibanananda resonates in soul within My yearning is quenched in thirst, as your face solace reason. I ponder once in her tranquil face I ponder there for incessant times. I speak in my Bangla, I speak for my Bangla Submerged in Bangla, I smile. Weave in verse, and verse reflects in sense. I speak in my Bangla, I speak for my Bangla Submerged in Bangla, I smile. Weave in verse, and verse reflects in sense. I rejoice in Bengali. With all my exclamations I mourn for the fallen, along the way, forgotten. I cringe in silent cry, mourn as Bangla surges Intellect fosters, too much helpless a situation. I ponder once in her tranquil face I ponder there for incessant times Bangla is my resilient oath, The sharpest aim in arrows in flights. I ponder once in her tranquil face I ponder there for incessant times Bangla is my resilient oath, The sharpest aim in arrows in flights. I ponder once in her tranquil face I ponder there for incessant times. I love thee. My verses, Bangla, an eloquent evocation I love along my Bangla , one silent simpering resonance Bangla. O my utterance in my truest may! I hold thy grace, with my earnest hands, and boldly tell the world, say! I love thee. My verses, Bangla, eloquent evocation I love along my Bangla , one silent simpering resonance Bangla. O my utterance in my truest may! I hold thy grace, with my earnest hands, and boldly tell the world, say! I greeted her, on a generous moment with grace and courage. Humility. Where the Seven Oceans and merging rivers churns in the ballads of the Ganges and the ever-enchanting Padma. Bangla quenches my inner thirst The boldest droplet that lasts for long, I ponder once in her tranquil face I ponder there for incessant times And cherish for my evergreen murmurs of a Bangla song.