This is September,
And you all gather here,
As my near and dear.
Here is fire,
Here is water,
And we are busy
In Bapuji Nagar
Juice center.
O, Jayanta Mohapatra,
What you have written,
We are reading here,
One after another.
We are also talking with
Wordsworth and Shakespeare.
We are all one, my dear,
We are all in one,
And one in all.
We are the product of
This earth, this air,
This water, this light
And this sky.
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