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KENO BÁ GOLÁP KÁNTÁ GHERÁ THÁKE
KÁNTÁ MRIŃÁL KE GHENSE
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PHUL KALI KENO AKÁLE SHUKHÁY
MAHUYÁR/ SAHAKÁR? MADHU KENO JHARE JÁY
BULBUL KÁNDE GULBÁGE HÁY
GOLÁP JHARÁR SHEŚE
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BAHU JIJINÁSÁ JAMÁ STARE STARE
TÁR UTTAR JÁNÁO ÁMÁRE
KENO BÁ VASUDHÁ EI BHÁVE GHORE
KÁHÁRI NIRDESHE
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Sitting beside the balcony, I was thinking in my mind, why the rose is surrounded by the
thorns, why the thorns are implanted on the lotus stalk? Why the floral buds dry up
untimely, why the mahua buds drop off? The nightangel cries in the floral garden, alas, on
whithering of rose. Many curiosities are accumulated layer by layer, tell me the answers
to those questions. Why the earth rotates like this, at whose command?