Happy Wind
A Anjandev Roy
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It's great time,
The happy wind is blowing,
I don't know its origin,
The weather is fine,
As this wind is passing,
All the unhappy winds are receding,
The strength of the happy wind is infinite,
I see with my optimistic eyes
The happy and powerful wind is proceeding with flying colours
Towards the farthest corner of the world,
It's peace and happiness everywhere.
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