Amalananda desired to be a part of blue firmament
No he could not
He rather spreads in air
in the breath of his fellowmen.
Amalananda tried to enrich himself
with the laughter of Flowers
and he utterly failed
Amalananda flings with ambience
in his unique style and decent way
Amalananda was awake opening his humble eyes
keeping his benign dreams slept
Amal (Spotless) Ananda(Pleasure) ultimately went to slumber
leaving his serene smile deathless.
Note: Amalananda died on 29th June,2011
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