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| Sankha Ranjan Patra |
Cycle
In the tree of tyrany
Lying my leaves
Till the old span ending,
In the house of hollow
Sleeping my senses
Till the new span starting
In the street of silence
Walking my works
With the note of innocence,
In the change of cycle
Waking my words
With the note of non-violence.
In the sky of serenity
Floating my flakes
At the advent of occasion,
In the charm of cheer
Foaming my flames
At the advent of celebration.
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