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“Ever heard the story of discovery, of dawn after night. How the waterfall sings ecstasy to a broken heart! The night woven with fears and the heart stitched with trembling, Is curious to find what tomorrow may bring. Weeping and sighing, you fall asleep, And out steps the dawn from the womb of night. There, dawn the visitor, arrives with a gift. What gift is it? O, Heart, You see, a cup of gold. The weeping being comes quietly, with wonder in the eyes. She brushed away the teardrops that fell in the night. Oh! What wealth you brought to this begging heart of mine? From the curled clouds came the laughter, ‘I am the opening dawn, I am the paradise behind the night.’ The begging heart now sheds drops of joy. ‘Oh! But I thought the sun descended into eternity!’ Dawn exclaimed. “O, Heart, the sun only sank to pull out the gold, For the world to behold!” The seed of light fell in the soil to rise as a tree and surprise the world, Sun too, came out with a land of gold, For on the other side of night, is the land of paradise. Everything that dies returns with a gift. O Heart, do not weep, for this is the life of coming and going, Yet leaving behind a scent of eternity.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee