I want to dance until twilight,
I want to sing
With thunder and lightening,
I want to write
Songs of my own,
I want to hear the voice of silence.
I walk at night
To see the ‘Brahmo Kamal’ bloom,
Form the bonds
Forgotten and gone,
Ask forgiveness now
For the hopes that last.
I wander at dark,
To paint the images
And recreate the past.
I want to sing
With thunder and lightening,
I want to write
Songs of my own,
I want to hear the voice of silence.
I walk at night
To see the ‘Brahmo Kamal’ bloom,
Form the bonds
Forgotten and gone,
Ask forgiveness now
For the hopes that last.
I wander at dark,
To paint the images
And recreate the past.
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