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“SONG GARLAND””Rabindranath Tagore”( Love series No.274)

July 5, 2015

My    world become poor,today nothing has left

Oh! My Lord! have you seen this.

All The leaves drops,dried up, wear a torn cloth–

by the gift of love you only cover your respect, your nakedness.

IN the stage whatever she has sung where they are

Please filled Her by the tune of your wealth

Her   lamp who lit off  You please lighten Her

My own darkness    given me a guilt.

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