Beaten Track




That moment if touch at this point what a pleasure,

Wished only that much happiness,if get, what a pleasure.

Quiet life has wandered through desert all the life,

If gets a beaten track, even for a moment what a pleasure.

Where about was known, who has scorched throughout,

Forgot in front of, if can recall,what a pleasure.

Slept in peace, with comfort, wrapped in white pall,

Arrived at the poor's tomb, holding candle, what a pleasure.
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Rabindranath Banerjee (Ranjan)

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