At the end of everything
There’s a beginning
At this very beginning
The river of sorrow
Deposits silt
On either shore of my heart
When the green valley
Embraces tenderly
The dismal hues of seasons
I listen intently
To the humming of the winds
This is the reminiscence
Of my past
Or the growling
Of harsh reality
Authors :
Rabindra Bora
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