He Writes It
A Anjandev Roy
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In the pleasant afternoon
The little child swings
In the beautiful swing,
He smiles with real ease and delight,
Mother watches him closely,
She is extremely pleased,
She feels like the happiest mother in this realm,
It's indeed a glorious and sacred feeling,
The great poet sees everything attentively,
He easily considers it as the loveliest scene of the world
And writes an immortal poetry
In his divine sphere.
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