Holiest Journey
A Anjandev Roy
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In the glorious season
The sky is clean,
The wonderful bird sings,
The great bell rings,
The atmosphere is absolutely serene,
Beautiful feelings Spontaneously spring within,
I see in my poetic vision
The divine cradle inviting me to swing,
I don't waste my time,
Soon I begin
The holiest journey of this realm.
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