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The singing bird |
Tung-tang,tung-tang,tang A singing bird was sung! The bird wasn't right alone His followers were million! Tung-tang,tung-tang,tang His mouth was without bung In the air, floating his tune Round the year,July to June. Tung-tang,tung-tang,tang He rode on the top of the rung Sleeping bird is in our hearts His songs are as if beaming arts. Tung-tang,tung-tang,tang I love Nazrul and his song. The poet is Head Teacher, Bishalpur Government Primary School Sherpurz |