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O! Spring,
right after you departed
Aplenty
here is agony
In tears I
write poems
In blood I
write letters many
After you,
this lovely garden
One fine
day was set afire
Scores of
parched rosy souls
Cry heard
from their pyre.
I
frantically search the ashes
For your
pink letter, with feelings dire.
Tell me,
who should I blame
For your
deserting of me
Despite
requests to the fleeting time
Held back
could my age be?
I weep
through the hours of darkness
Reading my
own letters you see.
O! Spring,
right after you departed
Aplenty
here is agony
In tears I
write poems
In blood I
write letters many
About the song: Perhaps one of the most famous brooding songs of Akshaya Mohanty. The lyrics are just half of the story. The wonderful tune of the song is the other half that makes it a super hit. Perhaps known to many teenagers of the yesteryear who would make it an anthem in heartbreaks.
Odia text of the Song:
