Dusmanta Choudhury
Yet Night Is So Bare
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Fulgent was the very morning path
Covered with brume & barsky wrath
Swiftly along the hedge she did rock
Cared she nothing but, drowsy flock
Moved she softly like winged steed
In blue ether with a hope inly fervid
Like an unbodied joy I ever did reap
When she with the breeze did creep
Blithe was her eye in voice so sweet
Poured in the heart a shrill & delight
So lucent so lambert was her realm
Reigns she so wisely holding a helm
World is a grain of sand in her palm
From her tone streams sweet psalm
All day long and ever all night long
Hate & pride & fear she ever flung
Along the path the morning did run
Crossing all limitations to empyrean
One dream for an ever silver sphere
Though all pious yet night is so bare
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