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The colour has no caste no religionJust fetterless as a crowned pigeon,The sun never marks any divisionWhat's red, green, black or saffron.All the col..
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RAM is the incarnation of love,Fill your arid heart with the springsOf tears.He is the sword shining in the battleground,Bend your head upon His feet...
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It was a winter evening, the sun had to go early.I could hear the cry of our dear cat, his sunken eyes wishedto tell a pathetic story, steps tattered ..
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(Dedicated to Shyama Ma Kali, Ganguria)
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This poem is dedicated to my little mother Misti (Daughter of my elder brother-Dibesh Mandal)
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That night the moon was not distinct.I had to stop my cart in the forest,not enough light to run.It was then midnight.I felt sleepy and at sudden able..
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We need WordsworthTo save our beautiful earthWho found God in NatureAnd worshipped the creatureHe grasped humanity as his ownFor which he was born.We ..
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Beauty of mind can keep you blitheAs flowers never the fragrance aside,You matched her eyes with the pearlAnd would say Oh my sweet girl,You named her..
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The beauty you have is endlessNot satisfied watching you all days.In all objects O mother, I feel youAs the grass takes a bath with dew,When the birds..
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We believe in good things easilyBut hard to confide in bad ones,(Beauty tells us the jovial storyBut often it throws the dark raysInto our smiling fac..
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