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Life You had conferred | |||
At this earth's every niche. | |||
with | Afloat had come poetry with tune, | ||
On that existential wind. | |||
the | 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. | |||
that | |||
From Your thought is churned an agent, | |||
in | Each and every living being, hey Supreme Master. | ||
Insignificant or futile, nobody is ever... | |||
In Your mind everybody drifts, | |||
By Your gracious gift. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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