Eso eso eso he Baishakh
Summer churn, welcome home, come along, come, please come
along , (this morn)
With your unwholesome breath blown away a far the fragile, and
ailing, (a struggling croon )
Age old garbage may have mercy to egress
Old memory, forgotten lyric history,oblivious
Tearful dew sparkling now, may dry up in ease
Wiping out a shame, curing a mayhem , shiver
Burn saliently to season the pure suntanned believer
O muse and the cues! Dry up your soggy feel
Come and play around your flute of the ending zeal
To tear the old labyrinth of mystic away, (weaving the renewed
churn. )
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