Had many a tale to tell.
The vermilion on his skin,
A man under a spell.
The mystic Baul singer,
With the ghungroo on his feet,
He sang me Ekla Cholo Re
On Tagore's little street.
Go sit beside him and listen,
As he seeks out the truth,
Of the world and religion and space,
Through his ektara or the flute.
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