Somewhere I lost myself in lost desert
Where only but accompanies camel
As so I were alone and had not hut
'En of mine, indeed, I was undrunk shell
So did it be, that I was master soul;
May it be I was full of beauty junk
I was yet meant to die with same a role
Quiet to the sun, and being with no trunk
For, all to make difference I was vain
That I laid, as if, no mystery works
To protest, to occupy, to conquer
Upon whose dome, n'er defeat'd Yorks,
So with a plain humanity for pain
That such with an empty eye continues
But yet so a rudeness as it runs on
That no a better cure would make it sure
Can't say, but obliged, I would be alone
Can't say, I'd not be in million views.
Place: Sirampur, Nadia
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