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Bezboroa and Few Others JATINDRA NATH DUARA DONT FORGET THE PAST (Antitak Nejaba Pahari) My dearest friend Dont forget the past The game of my life is towards end Soon I'll depart Don not forget the past. Behind the happy and sad moments of life Lies the sweet memory of past The mirror of the gone by love Suddenly stands in infront amidst sorrow The fond dream of past ! Trembling lips fail to bid The farewell of departure Only tears roll over the cheeks; The cloud of despair novels over life Trace of light is dim, The road is dark, nothing is visible Poverty walks slow; The jgraveyard of reminisence is near, Many a stories of love assemble And sing pathetic songs Bezboroa and few others # 21