A petty mind reside ;
with a slice of Sense,
the bosom inside.
The lip-locked Grain, I daily seek ;
He has had, between couple of beak.
My Opulence,
My Experience.
The "Cold Doubt" appears such -
like a Serpent's venomous touch.
Furious Hawk indulges envy,
strokes without certainty.
Tender hands restrain,
intimate tiny Flame ;
keeps in Heart,
My Unique Solely Fame.
Sense departs the neutral chest,
stretches mighty wings to fly ;
through the hole of hollow nest,
ascends beyond infinite sky.
Howling Storm has swept away,
Mind's self, Void & Dead ;
The Polaris has beamed his ray,
to revive my vain forehead.
It is the Sign of return,
from the Time's fatal tour;
Once again, the Heart will earn,
My Eternal Grandeur.
[Translated By: Debajyoti Dasgupta ]
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