(aghat kore nile jine, karile mon dine dine)
You did win by striking hard
Snatching my mind day by day
Breaking the barrier of joy,
Then came forcing my life
Times again in face-of-death -
Got to know you in suffering:
Seeing flood in stormy-night
Left navigation in your hand
Not to get on bare/crowd-land
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