Dusmanta Choudhury
Returns The Spring
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Returns the spring in this way
Keeping April its witness
Runs the age through this body
Leaving the death behind
Nothing is constant nothing is real
Let alone human race
Act is the fact, rest are smoke
Nothing but all can find
No fate no time is all supreme
Human mind is subtle
Neither is Keats , nor Shelley rich
Reaching out for all
Witnesses heart what man speaks
Either true or false
So does the God cover the earth
With dark wrapper of night
Running the mind all unconscious
Judging human roles
Chains the action ,right or wrong
To dulcify the future bright
Love and hate are not at all visible
To our skin mortal eyes
All are counted under the hearts
When & how it does rise
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