Gift



Why melodies are betraying my memory,

Perhaps in subconscious endowment is happened.

Bathed in the crust of path away from the shore,

Still happy, lying, for sure respect is happened.

From the aisle of life, from the beds of flowers,

Nothing is given by me still fragrance has happened.

Indifferent in happiness, gay in sorrow is the breast of sword,

Nothing has gifted by me why profound joy is happened.
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Rabindranath Banerjee (Ranjan)

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