To Revered Sir -Basudeb Biswas
So What, so what,
The beauty buds from life,
Not from art.
So what so what,
The truth blooms from empathy,
Ah! The fools brag on sympathy,
And take vain mirth.
So what! So what!
Love floods from the pure heart,
And by its service opens paradise,
The fragrance from mighty soul,
Surpasses all surprise.
So what! So what!
Bow I must,
To my Teacher's feet,
If any dignity, I ever feel,
It is his merit.
Ah! goodness nurtures,
The Virtue's seed,
Who ever comes in your touch,
Drinks your Love's mead.
Time would bear your Majesty's feet,
And your Light illumine in thousand retreats.
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