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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!.”
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Tamanna Ferdous
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