Insipid

Came unnoticed, played music of the heart again, by whom,

As if, applied ointment on the wound by own hand, by whom.

Many times called, often searched, but found no trail,

Prick which was died inside, again attraction is dancing, by whom.

Again the breeze has brought the spring, every direction is intoxicated,

Was in sight but no attention, feeling parch of lips, by whom.

At least hear the crying of the heart, stones are also rubbed by bubbles,

Auspicious word is that, alcoholic transformed into insipid, by whom.

Illumination will be on the gate, saying is of the confident heart,

It is amazing the grief-stricken also sent to console, by whom. 

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By Rabindranath Banerjee(Ranjan)

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