The Sweetest Breeze
A Anjandev Roy
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The sweetest breeze
Is blowing within,
I am running and running
Towards the finest destination
With my pleasantest rhythm,
It's the loveliest feeling,
I am spontaneously crossing
The rivers and the oceans,
The mountains and the meadows......
Of the glorious poetic land,
All are blessing me,
That's very precious for me,
I am always firm and resolute,
I know
I have to cross the longest distance,
I consider it
As the holiest journey of my life.
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