The restless soul calms when by her side,
Beats my heart, now both heavy and light,
As I rest my head, upon her lap,
And my limbs on the temple's grass.
Sweet words flow, in the tongue of my land,
Waking life in each grain of sand,
Sways my heart, instead of the umbilical cord that was,
Dancing in tune, with the music of Assam.
8:31pm, 10.5.1017
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