Refined Songs
A Anjandev Roy
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The little children sing
In the beautiful morning of the wonderful spring
With their innocent and pure feelings,
What a glorious scene!
I listen to them spellbound,
My heart dances in Joy
And I try to sing like them too
With my experienced and cloudy soul;
But in vain,
My song becomes clumsy and unpleasant all the time,
Never befitting with the refined songs of the divine children,
I realize the harsh truth of life
And being ashamed of myself I leave the place soon.
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