Call her not a debt or a burden,

Will you be my biographer?

I too swayed,Swayed and dancedTo the beatsOf traditionalDrum music.Jhumur,Jhumur songAs such the rhythm,BeatThat it making you dance,Compelling youTo shakeThe feet.

And to rest.

To you,Darling!ButNow-a-days,Who feelsThe warmth and bondingOf love and relationship?

Talk to me,The wayfarersFrom far-off lands,The aliensWith the UFOsComing toAnd when interceptedMutter theyThe aliensThe travellersFrom far,Far off lands.

The most satanic people ever bornBe they of whatever religionThe fanatics, zealots and bigots,The blindly faithfuls,God knows who is how much holy?