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Pratik Nandan Bose

Drama Others

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Pratik Nandan Bose

Drama Others

Nivedita

Nivedita

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How close have you seen Ireland,

O maiden?

How much remote was America?

Had you ever seen the Indus, the Unicorns, the advancements in Mohenjo-Daro

In your dreams?

Had you ever drunk the drops of nectar

From the smoky utterances prevalent in Tapobans...?


How you became a sister?

How such a lofty lioness became a sister to all lambs,

All kids in India…?

When you used to think

Or to write

Could you see the filthy faces of Indian gloom?

Or the lotus-feet of an Indian sage,

Or His Majesty’s turban?

In fact, you had no need

Because you are soil,

You are lotus

You are the heart of Indian sorrow…


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