Sitting on a berth in a coach of the train
With my father, my brother and an intruder.
Busy in my own self
Suddenly my eyes fIxed on the hand of a stranger
And a deep attachment grew for him
There was a rakhi tied on his wrist in the month of March
Sitting next to him I saw my brother
My blood relation who was
There to belittle and abuse me
Of being a silly uneducated girl
Proudly my eyes twinkled
For a girl
Having a brother such as that intruder .