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Prof Sonjoy’s in his fourth and concluding part continues with his legacy of Bengal’s folk music. An exclusive for Different Truths.
You are
No more the you
That I knew
Your snaking plaits do not sway today
To the wind’s flute in its wayward way
No lightning streaks across your eyes,
To the roll of the thunder, its fall and rise.
No more do you smile, your sweet soft smile
Lost in your memories and your dreams for a while.
You are
No more the you
That I knew
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It’s beautiful.. short, simple yet evocative of lost spring..
Love the way the rhythm is so close to the original song…!
What a cadence! Beautiful.💖