আলোর অমল কমলখানি
Who.. let blossom..
The lotus.. of light..
Stirring the blue.. sky.. into sleeplessness..
And lured.. my winged thoughts..
On this radiant.. path..
Autumn's message..
Plays like a lute.. on the lotus..
Lalit tunes.. trickle down
Shiuli trees.
The wind.. frolics..
In young green shoots.. of paddy..
Who.. is it that stirs up the forests..
Filling their hearts.. with secret murmurs..
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