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Purity
Tears dropp from my eyes.
Shall I compare it with a dew-drop?
A dew-drop!
It's a refresher.
It gives a strength to our mind,
It brings a new feeling.
When I see it, I forget my missing.
Have you any doubt for its purity?
But the drops sheding from my eyes also says, ' I am pure, watch it,
think it and feel it.'
Yes, grief is the part a mournful fellow tortured by a tormentor.
I can smell its flavor.
A mild heart exposes its righteousness by these drops of tear.
Now, I have learned to sacrifice
as I am a human being not a device.
I have feelings.
Yes, now, I can see something more into a dew-drop.
I can meditate the similarity
between tears and dew-drops.
I know about the purity.
I am not a pursuivant of misanthropy.
poem
by
Bibhakar Dutta
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