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This Is Just Right, My Land
Gautam Hajra Howrah, West Bengal. INDIA
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Faraway fields, the river’s bend,
Birdcalls rise, the blue skies blend.
Verses hum in gentle time,
With the boatman’s call in rhyme.
Water splashes, groups align,
Ducks drift past in flowing line.
Land of paddy, green and wide,
Is there a path where dreams abide?
Lily marshes, perfectly meet,
Clouded noon in quiet heat.
Pouring rain on earth insists,
Songs are born in gathered mist.
Light on light feels warm and clear,
Every sight is bright and dear.
Hijol trees in playful sway,
Dancing like a festal day.
This is just right, my cherished land,
Dragonflies, grass close at hand.
Here I stay, where soil smells true
This is my home, forever new. |
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