That moment if touch at this point what a pleasure,
Wished only that much happiness,if get,what a pleasure.
Quiet life has wandered through desert all the life,
If gets a beaten track, even for a moment what a pleasure.
Where about was known, who has scorched throughout,
Forgot in front of,if can recall,what a pleasure.
Slept in peace, with comfort, wrapped in white pall,
Arrived at the poor's tomb, holding candle,what a pleasure.
Rabindranath Banerjee (Ranjan )