Zubeen Rhythm
When time called me
I was in the womb of wholeness
Self-worth was weeping and weeping
Tears became soulmate.
A sprout-leaf in nature allows my eyes
to see a range of mountains,
a piece of cloth with coloured stripes.
Zubeen rhythm is in my soil
Zubeen rhythm is in my heart.
Manbini Das
Asstt. Teacher Hindi
Ghatanagar ME School
Block : Chhaygaon
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