Yet another Creation story

(2344)  Pran tumi dhele diyechile

Life You had conferred
At this earth's every niche.
Afloat had come poetry with tune,
On that existential wind.

By the cradle of life, the cosmos was enthused;
At core of mind, a mood got infused.
Mood gained expression; dejection set aside,
It danced to that tune in notes of music.

From Your thought is churned an agent,
Each and every living being, hey Supreme Master.
Insignificant or futile, nobody is ever...
In Your mind everybody drifts,
By Your gracious gift.

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