This city of concrete and steel
Is full of material girls
They don't recognize genius
They throw away all the pearls
They take the fake gems
In God's holy names
I am feeling
What a feeling
What a feeling
I am feeling
Jay Jon Praymer Bhaab Janay Na
Taar Shathay Nai Layna Deyna
Khaati Shona Chhariya Jay Nayy Naucoal Shona
Shay Jon Shona Cheenay Na
They want to live a lavish life
They are not scared of war and strife
They are not scared of telling lie
They leave their minds with the poor guy
They take the wrong steps
They are like the apes
I am feeling
What a feeling
What a feeling
I am feeling
Jay Jon Praymer Bhaab Janay Na
Taar Shathay Nai Layna Deyna
Khaati Shona Chhariya Jay Nayy Naucoal Shona
Shay Jon Shona Cheenay Na
A lovely poem about the shallowness of youth, good structure and repeating the title throughout works well.
Fantastic! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Only thing left is if you can explain the meaning of the bengali lines in your notes.
As you get older and passion is replaced by a feeling for a greater meaning, I can still remember the yearning and emotions of youth, I get where you are coming from. Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written..bhison bhison sundor! ! !