The softer the words spoken
The louder the message .

Shell✨🐚

My days are lost
On the bank of the filled river
My days are lost
With the sound of fallen leaves.

My days are lost
With the drops of the pouring rain
My days are lost
With the songs of evening birds.

My days are lost
In the airy evening sky
My days are lost
In the flickering of night stars.

The helmsman, the cultivator of the village
Come everybody come
Go to the quay, go to the field
Time flies.

You have to raise the sail
We have to join helm to the plow
River water is surging
Waves playing in the paddy field.

Flood is in the river today
Harvest Binny rice for the next season
There is no time to sit idle
Get up by fastening the waist.

By you, by me
By the sky, by the wind
By the sound of fallen leaves
By the shadow of broken dreams
By the past days, by the infinite future
By the affection to you
By the smile of yours;

Never allow to drop my words on the soil.

Even the truest of intentions
Can be burned to the ground