Transformation




Nothing to do if disgraced by spring in defoliation,

Why complain and to whom if mugged by nursery man.

While merchant has purchased, the trader auctioned,

If at all complain to be made, then should be to Supreme man.

Crossing thy heart, swear on God then forget the apprehension,

Till date carrying thyself only in longing of lost man.

Come as the dawn over those dark and sledging nights,

Pay those datelines, breath have had it cherished for man.

If on this hearing, ticker and self feels conceited,

Sweetheart, annihilation will be transformed into idol man.
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Rabindranath Banerjee (Ranjan)

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