Birth
BIRTH
In the woods of Kree he sits spine straight erect
Monk bereft of earthly joy and act
Waft of the perfume of earth
Fills the evening mirth
Willow sings
Birth
The Bell rings
Round the spirit girth
God's light on the brow no dearth
Monk sits pink glow moves heart circumspect
In the woods of Kree he sits spine straight erect
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Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2015
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