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The soft green touch of rural Bengal
I never got it,
Just mechanical city across my body
The smell of burnt diesel,
A procession of black smoke in the lungs;
Brainstormed tiles in the brain
Just the anagona of the concrete feeling.
I never ran across the river,
I walked a long way on the dusty highway of the city.
I don't know the swaying of the crop in the south wind
Just how much shivering comes to mind,
The song of the birds
Only in this heart bound by worldly feeling
The vibrancy of urban life.
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Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy