Oh - do I know thee.
Oh, stranger lady.
You live across,
The high sea.
Oh, stranger lady.
Walker of different lands,
Returning to rest,
A'while in the sands.
And yet I stay moored in harbour.
Fly-away, stranger lady
[Anonymous Bengali Poet of the 21st Century]
[Founder-president of the "Rotting Corps of Tagore"]
[Can be sung to the tune of "Aami Chini go Chini Tomarey"]