Delightful Poesy
A Anjandev Roy
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In the pleasant season.....
The green pasture was calling,
It seemed to me
The sweetest call of all,
In my trance
I began to proceed towards it,
As I reached the wonderful grassland,
I was enamoured with
Its impeccable and divine beauty,
Gentle breeze was blowing spontaneously,
The cows were grazing
In great rhythm,
Each and every step of the cows
Etched delightful poesy
In the soft bosom of the loveliest meadow,
Which easily excelled my skill;
I remained standstill.
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