Dilip Kumar Roy

Hark, hark to His Flute of delight!

On the bank of Life’s lone shadowy river

He plays to quell our Night!

Wreathed in sweet smiles, a vision of Gleam,

He is crowned with His aerial Love!

He dances, a beacon to derelict souls,

On earth star’s kinship to prove!

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