Dil Ghoom Ghoom Kare- Bhupen Hazarika

My heart pants and gasps, it is terrified.

Clouds beat and thunder, petrified.

Like a raindrop, a drop of tear sometimes bursts from my eyes.

As I open your sack all leaves had dried.

Soon you touched me, my dried twigs revived.

The body which you touched, should I hide it?

The mind which you laid eyes on, to whom may I show?

O’ my moon burn my body with your light.

on your high altar, my wings are cut.

—Bhupen Hazarika

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