Bobby,

Think I,Think IWhat did I,Did I doGiving my heart,My heart to you,What did I,Did I do it?Just saw you,Saw you,Saw you and fell in love,In love with youA young girlSo dreamy and imaginative,So beautiful and lovelyGiving my heart,My heart to you.

And where will youIn the crowds passing?

To koi havildar,Bhaiyya, aap hi kahiyei,Aap kaun hain?Someone says himselfA watchman,Someone a havildar,Big brother, say you yourself,Who are you?

And he telling aboutThe temples of Orissa,Art and culture,History and languageAnd the coastal areaAnd its geography,The cities and towns of it,The anthropological villages of it.An Odia heTells he about Cuttack, Bhubaneswar,Balsore, Puri,Konark, Dhauli,The rivers, hills and forests of itAnd above all, the dark villages of itBurning in heat,Dusted and ruffled withPoverty, illiteracy, underdevelopment,Superstition, backwardness,Fatalism and…

But man busy in cleaning up it all.

In search of you?At what crossroad of life, am I standing and looking backFrom there,But where to go,I have come a long way thatWant I not to returnAnd if I, what will they say?