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