At Thy Feet
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Pallab Chaudhury
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Thy love like ground water
Which I fetch
To pour to the root
Gives birth to the flower and fruit.
If, in case, the flow
Becomes dead-slow
Oh, Goddess! Give me strength
To be steady & patient.
Translated: 5th Dec 2018
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