Life is so dear and so warm
That oozed into each cell of body
Reminds me of the gifts of birth.

The nature, beautiful, full of charm
Injected creativity in me, so I
Enjoyed it as the cause of mirth.

So passionate is the sun,
So graceful are the stars,
That washes my blood scars
And sooths the pains that burn.

Now, my dear life, I proclaim,
I will write the verses in your name.

Soumyadeep Mukherjee

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