Mark my words as these must mount
Don't be sad for this as a beast
Who has four legs those can't well count
Where to step except only on feast
Heavenly bliss mere transient
But 'er obliged who tames
Those who, workers, efficient,
Only but emptiness is names
Rather, afield who arrive just
Full in silence and fit to stand
Betwixt present and future must
Have not eyes to see, be on land
Who is he but mere incumbent,
If social strength stands beside
Nor in giving pain but love's scent
His contribution won't be side
Lot in half a wing'd pity die
Better not to be so as kites,
Fly only in air, hence-forth lie
Downward summer when often bites
Don't be sad if I don't fit you
Don't be self-seeker if you bound
Because earthly causes arn't few
Because knowledge 'lways talk'in sound.
Place: Srirampur, Nadia
19/10/2017
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