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m (Text replacement - "<ref name="PSV14">{{cite book|last=Sarkar|first=Prabhat Ranjan|title=Prabhat Samgiita – Songs 1301-1400|publisher=AmRevolution, Inc.|others=Translated by Acarya Abhidevananda Avadhuta|location=Tel Aviv|year=2019|ASIN=B07Q7XS7YQ|ISBN=}}</ref>" to "<ref name="PSV14">{{cite book|last=Sarkar|first=Prabhat Ranjan|title=Prabhat Samgiita – Songs 1301-1400|publisher=AmRevolution, Inc.|others=Translated by Acarya Abhidevananda Avadhuta|location=Tel Aviv|year=2019|ASIN=B07Q7XS7YQ|ISBN=9781386629412}}</ref>") |
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With bricks and stones in a heap, | |||
My mind, it got buried | |||
In a deeply dark cavity. | |||
Never seeing the grass green, | |||
Nor the lovely lines on leaves, | |||
Lone and thronged by inert things, | |||
In what form shall I find relief? | |||
The human moves just like machine, | |||
Chief watchword being to earn money. | |||
Many a game of insincerity | |||
Stands in the way, hard to exceed. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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