Bazi alis Subrata Ray
Your face madam breath autumnal gesture,
So many dead springs moan,
Winter twitter in the back,
Monsoon swells the hungry deserts.
History, geography, and chemistry ,
The furrowed land eats the annals,
The parental beds yawn from graves,
The gay-go invites the knaves.
The strung Time hangs its net,
The ghostly swine sowed shadow,
Trample rippled blacksmith’s hammer
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