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“A sentimental walk in the night breeze, and my heart roams in the fields of flowers, writing poems in the scent of blossoms. Suddenly, the door opens to friendship with God, for I sense light, unbound. How poetry becomes a prayer to God!” — Jayita Bhattacharjee
A sentimental walk in the night breeze, and my heart roams in the fields of flowers, writing poems in the scent of blossoms. Suddenly, the door opens to friendship with God, for I sense light, unbound. How poetry becomes a prayer to God!