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Ranga jaba enechhi ma enechhi bel phulE path haye jabar katha karish na ma bhul
Tor kole ma mukti rekhe chupti kare thakiParashe tor rishi habo phutbe debo ankhi
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Mother, I have brought Your favouriteRed flowers and leaves to please You.
Forget not to see meWhen You go by this way.
Placing my head on Your Lap,Silence-life I enjoy.
At Your sweet Touch,I shall become a divine seer
And I become the eye of the cosmic gods. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Supreme, Teach Me How To Cry, Agni Press, 1975
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