The fullness of fire and scent of jasmine
I will let these go through valley;
Birds those are barbaric, must sing now fine
And rooted trees be not worry

Long going clouds who were teeming in skies,
Now will return back as holy
To soak the ground where play several bees
And days after rest in folly

So I as well as the travellers go
Seeming it as same as jolly
Must open heart and of past wounded toe
To seek of peace and share glory.



Place: Srirampur, Nadia
06/10/2017