The Holy Soil
A Anjandev Roy
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The holy soil is singing
In the pleasant season
With its loveliest rhythm,
It's all-pervasive indeed,
Listen to it
With a pleasing mind,
Then......
You will find
The best meaning in life
In course of your glorious journey,
Thereafter......
You will continuously shine
For the longest time
With an immaculate fragrance.
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