The bats circle the Gulmohar tree in flight,
The lotuses, white, shut their petals for sleep
And I slumber softly and say sweet things deep.
The sun as it rises into the night sky
Makes sure that larks fly up, up high,
I awake awaiting the glorious moonshine
That still casts shadows amidst the sunrise.
#doelsengupta
#bharatmataterikasam
#nirbhaya
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