Celestial Cradle
A Anjandev Roy
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'I will reach thee,
Soon I will reach thee, '
The little bird sings,
The young bard listens
In the finest season,
Their souls become entwined,
Refined beauty shines,
Everything is genuine,
The atmosphere is truly divine,
What a wonderful time!
In the celestial cradle
The world shines at its best.
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