I was imbued in thought, the ticket checker touched me
On the expanse of a flying carpet shone green coloured sunbeams
Oh! How completely was ot submerged by dense forest
Hanging very low were the inflorescence of the mango grove
Bending over the harsh ground

And a distant enchantment
slumberous lulled
Ajinta in a strange silence

Descended therein I alone, all alone
Returning like fragrance

For how long I do not remember
Imbued in thought, the ticket checker had touched






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fera
tr: b sudipta

CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

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