I've come to think

(3172)  Amar bhuvan hariye geche

My world has gone missing
Inside dark mind's recess deep.
In search I roam, weep and make cry,
In everybody's psyche stealthily.

I won't make cry ever again;
Nothing is like night-jasmine's necklace.
Dew-drenched is completely useless
In a residence of emotion lonely.

My Earth, my enclosure,
On days of grief made sorrowful,
Is turned overflowing with upsurge
In ripples of happiness momentary.

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