Dusmanta Choudhury
Human Sense Can Hark A Bell
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Upon the mind and upon the heart
Draws an unknown a quivering art
Over a human & beneath an angle
Oh poor human brain! harks a bell
Comes a cloud with silver wings
Feathers do sing now vernal pings
Whispering in the ears of human
What life can, in so much clarion
So much celerity in unbodyed joy
Where all emotions fricklingly lie
No human words can give its born
Burns in the heart & dies in mourn
All that's best in the hearts of hearts
In God's creation as brume departs
Fire is so pure, both inner and outer
On this earth that is born for dolour
Oh mysterious nature,thou art great
Lives as unravished,yet so to abate
So fresh so new born,yet takes last
If best bestowed, fate will see first
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