Dedicated to my Batch CSE05, ITBHU

Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,

When the family waits for their beloved ones,
Including the parents and the young ones,

That beloved one whom they so adore,
But the lust of work has made their lives bore,

So where is the end of that waiting,
Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,

When the toll bell rings,
And the sun start singing the break of the dawn,
And the air start giving the feeling of the heaven,
But there is no end to that waiting,
Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,

When the poor farmer start singing the song,
The cattle’s acknowledge with the melodious tune,
The fields start giving the way to their fieldsmen,
But there is no end to that waiting,
Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,