SHUBHADIP MONDAL Poems

A soul hath all Thy glory kept for Thee
I wish if one or whole be spent to see
O Mercy, Thine divine endow's with glee
Mundane body bowed down, prays on knee.
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Diameter in a circle separate
Circumfe'ence into piece of measured pie.
A many tried, not exact innate
Revealed thy mist around unsolved a lie.
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Unconditioned with mother's nurtured care
We grow up in a pleasant lap n' suck
Thy sap alike a little child, o' bare
Our love protects your flower not to pluck.
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