.....LET MY SENSE RESUME....

.....LET MY SENSE RESUME....

Wishes are all blind
Yet ever sweet they smell
All our ambitions are young pitfalls..
They move whistling
Like the 12 O clock mail
After every day break
A promising morning recalls...

Labour is devine
Take it as the fruit of chaste endeavour
Leisure is the harvest of a prolific art...
Colour is in the breath of a dreaming flower
Pleasure is the symbol of a living habitat..

Let my life throb
With the tuning of a morning star
Let the flute of my spirit sing
A lyric of eternal bliss...
Let hundreds of biddings bloom
At my every sojourn
Let my sense resume
With the glamour of peace...

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BY SATCHIDANANDA MISHRA