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Bezboroa and Few Others
FLUTE (Bankhi) Dusk carries the music of someone's flute Who is calling from far- The beloved of Krishna ! The wind is mild now Someone meditates upon Her. Flute transits me From home to outside Fear, shy, I keep aside. Shaky mind, unstable heart Which is the right path? Oh, for a glance at her To greet with garland! For a drought of honey To smile and smile in pleasure ! Bezboroa and few others # 10
