Let this sunshine, which lightens my face
Be transferred upon another
Let the grudges of secrecy
Take a feline plunge, and hover

The many pieces of my existence
Take wrinkled strolls along the river-bends
Only to meditate, and unite
Echoing the hopeful trends

Here, the crops just sown
Challenge the heights of the sky
The swarming colours, here, untie
Themselves to move to a new high

And, the cooing of the rail engine
Numbs all senses, and distance akin

Nirmalya Biswas

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