When I first gathered my senses looked out of the window,
I saw the trees swaying with its leaves dancing as winds blow.
When I get to the lands high and dreams higher.
Pursue the fear to fall, in your heart never.
While I spent my time concluding the motivation that kept crowd moving,
I was held back with the false core of the system tired of proving.
With the care of lithic in my azan,
I pull up sleeves to pen down a 'gaan.'
Never does the city sleeps,
And never do the million dreams.
With the eyes open when the dream is seen,
Is the dream with mean and is the dream well seen.
I saw the trees swaying with its leaves dancing as winds blow.
When I get to the lands high and dreams higher.
Pursue the fear to fall, in your heart never.
While I spent my time concluding the motivation that kept crowd moving,
I was held back with the false core of the system tired of proving.
With the care of lithic in my azan,
I pull up sleeves to pen down a 'gaan.'
Never does the city sleeps,
And never do the million dreams.
With the eyes open when the dream is seen,
Is the dream with mean and is the dream well seen.
Gaan- word for song in Bangla
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