That chat in the coffee house is no more today
No more today
Where the golden afternoons were lost
No more today
Nikhilesh in Paris, Maidul in Dhaka, they are not in any news today
Grand's guitarist Goanis D'Souza is asleep in the grave today
Who gets hurt in love at the end of that
Rama Roy is in the insane asylum
Amalta Dhukche Duranta did not live with cancer, sorry to him
That chat in the coffee house is no more today
No more today
Where the golden afternoons were lost
No more today
Sujata is the happiest today
I heard that her millionaire husband
He wrapped his head in diamonds and jewels
Everything in the car house is expensive
Art College son Nikhilesh Sanyal
I used to draw pictures of advertisements
And became a silent listener with words full of eyes
D'Souza just sat there
That chat in the coffee house is no more today
No more today
Those three or four hours on a table were burning on Charminar's lips Sometimes Vishnu Dey and sometimes Jamini Roy used to argue about this Wherever I was in the sun, storm and rain, I would come back after finishing my work I used to start at four and hang out and get up at half past seven That chat in the coffee house is no more today No more today Amal's name will be erased from the bag hanging on the poet's face The price of his talent is that a poem is not published anywhere Rama Roy used to act in mama drama in office social
Paper reporter Maidul used to come and just read what Rose wrote That chat in the coffee house is no more today No more today Where the golden afternoons were lost No more today Those seven are gone today, the table is still there Seven cups are not empty yet The same new bud has arrived in the garden today Only there is no gardener that day What a dream sunshine in this coffee house How many dreams are covered in clouds How many came and how many will come The coffee house just stays Coffee House Chat
No more today
No more today
Where the golden afternoons were lost
No more today
Where the golden afternoons were lost
No more today
nice song