LIBERTY TO MUKTI
She spins to speak in affirmative nods,
Time is universal tongue of cosmos;
Earth our Mother she is,
The last sleep on her lap to kiss an iota of bliss.
Fire ball with an open eye only once blinks,
Here 90 ML of sunlight is the welcome drink;
Names ripe on ways for name thinks,
The light and horizon may no more shrink.
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