When buds are ready to blossom
Drop on leave is ready to merge with air
When birds are stretching their wings
When river is gushing to meet the sea
And In the thread separating night with day.
I have seen YOU.
I have seen you
Umpteen times in my mirror
In the shade of thick bamboo trees
In the eyes of a child and in iniquities mind
In the sweat of a labor
On the hope of a kite
Finally on mother’s lap and
In his sweet dreams.

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