(Je-rate mor duarguli vanglo jhore)
The night the doors of my home
Got destroyed by storm
I had the vaguest idea then
Thou were visiting my home -
My candles were doused right then
And my mind became blank
For whom I threw hands towards sky?
I lay in darkness contemplating
It was only a dream
Without knowing that the storm
Was Thy victory flag!
I saw in the morning in awe and wonder
Thou Art standing in front!
In the midst of all my emptiness!
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2/27/2015
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