Gentle Air Is Blowing
A Anjandev Roy
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It's the pleasant morning
Of the beautiful season,
Gentle air is blowing,
The great things of the glorious world are
Spontaneously floating with it
Towards the holy sphere,
I am in full swing now,
I see in my sweet vision that
My sublime poetry too is easily reaching to the heart
Every reader of the sacred world.
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