Divine Fragrance
A Anjandev Roy
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The gentle breeze is blowing,
The grass is swinging
With its loveliest rhythm
In a never ending way,
What a glorious scene!
It binds me
With its magic spell,
As I stare at this wonderful scene for a long time,
I feel myself as the happiest soul
Of the earthly sphere;
A divine fragrance of eternal beauty and truth
Enriches my inner self to the fullest.
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