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Mahalakshmi
In lotus-groves Thy spirit roves: where shall I find a seat for Thee? To Thy feet’s tread — feet dawn-rose red — opening, my heart Thy throne shall be. All things unlovely hurt Thy soul: I would become a stainless whole: O World’s delight! All-beauty’s might! unmoving house Thy grace in me. An arid heart Thou canst not bear: It is Thy will love’s bonds to wear: Then by Thy sweetness’ magic completeness make me Thy love’s eternal sea.
ANILBARAN ROY
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