A little tune spreading soon
Far and near
The brush touches the canvas
From here to there.
Blushing like a bride...
As if the gardens of song grow roses in them
As if the little tune spreading soon
Far and near.
The hamlets open their doors without dismay.
The canvas standing on the easel shuddered
While I drew
The Sun with a brighter
Form of new
Achinpur...
I created Achinpur
All afternoon
I made Achinpur...
Far and near
The brush touches the canvas
From here to there.
As if the little tune spreading soon
Far and near.
The hamlets open their doors without dismay.
While I drew
The Sun with a brighter
Form of new
I created Achinpur
All afternoon
I made Achinpur...
©Madhurima Halder
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