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So said-thing of beauty,a joy for ever:

searching to find here and there

through green meadow,dancing hilly river

silent deep wood blue cloud over,

in vast open relics of ancient sculptor,

splendour of love from passionate emperor

master art of smile at musee du louvre;

finally back at my nook,lay in armchair

beyond door zoom impromptu smile of toddler:

freezed moment mind explodes in cheer

it`s here my joy-a beauty crafted forever.

                                                                  ~Shyamal Mukhopadhyay

                                                              Nagpur, India

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