âWhen again I return to the Dhansiri’s banks, to this Bengal,
Not as a man, perhaps, but as a shalik bird, or a white hawk
As, perhaps, a crow of dawn in this land of autumn’s new rice harvestâ
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View More âWhen again I return to the Dhansiri’s banks, to this Bengal,Not as a man, perhaps, but as a shalik bird, or a white hawk
As, perhaps, a crow of dawn in this land of autumn’s new rice harvestâ
