We were looking for a fine movie for our worn out minds
Hanging selves, drooping shoulders, head held forward
In our  hands, tired of  the music of flesh and short years.
Our stills were to be sweet sickly music of flowing years.

This  man sings because he has to sing for our happiness
The other man plays  as he cannot but play a happy drum
But they are driven out by villagers due to their bad music
Together they would sing and play drum as listener turns
A stone of flesh, a standing stone with no  moving fingers.

Only ghosts  do not turn into stone, being eerie in  music.
Nor crooked  magicians who can make you twenty-younger
But cannot  become immortal due to their greed for stones
If only one turned a  stone by music and remained that way.

(Watching a classic Bengali movie : Goopi Bagha Fire Elo (1991)

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