Haay chill by jibonananda das

Ah Kite! Kite with the golden wings, this wet clouded noon hour Shed tears no more soaring higher and higher, by the river Dhansinri! The croon in thine voice reminds me of her gloomy eyes, runs along into fading Likewise the princesses of this world , she meandered a far, beauty , her carved tracks along Why buzzing to remembrance once in back? Who would long for a heartache digging into the wounded soul! Ah Kite! Kite with the golden wings, this wet clouded noon hour Shed tears no more, soaring higher and higher, by the river Dhansinri!.”