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Gangotri Chatterjee
Crossing the woods l hear the humming sound of bees,
The bees never call me to hear that,
The woods never call me to hear that,
But the winding way forced me to hear that,
l really overwhelmed with joy.
Without the way of woods l never get
d chance to hear the musical sound,
We are all in God's care, but only the way is bound,
Speciality make the mind vast as l, found .
The woods, the bees all are busy with it's own works,
Only the long winding way always ready to help like the stars.
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