The proof is with me

(2861)  Bhavite parini asbe abar

I could not believe You will come again
Unto this thatched hut trifling.
I've simply gone on calling, kept retaining hope;
Only by tears am I holding dear.

What You go on doing, it cannot be fathomed;
What was not exists, and what was once gets lost.
A lofty mountain dissolves into dust,
In bosom of an atom, along stream of Supreme.

In darkness and light proceeds Your cosmic play;
With bewitching flute what is the melodic game?
You're doling out a love-filled tray
Inside each home to every human being.

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