Polly Handique
The unseen fortune
All the world, possessed
The aroma of prosperity
The people, the magnanimity.
Occult of the fleshes and bloods
The myriad dreams, and flood
The swinging strings of hope
Played by the humane folk.
The land of belief
If they fulfilled, a relief
If the fiasco peeps
Seldom weep.
Hope, hope and hope
Twinkles at the heart of yours
The heart touches the zenith
And renders cheer and blithe.
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Poet Polly Handique
is an artiste and lives
in Guwahati
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