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We have that one village
Spent childhood happily
Many dreams are coming back today
There is nothing more to prove myself.
I am returning with my childhood
I don't know how much everything has changed
Who are those childhood friends?
Even today the rain drunk football?
Natural disasters comply with youth rates.
Small house and covered with trees
A poem on any moonlit night
In the great passion of Rabindranath Tagore,
Will you return at that time?
Floating in many currents
Many days and night shifts
With some wish today,
I have come in search of my golden day.