the weariness of sleepless night can give rise to such grief br I know br From a crowd to a blind mob br From sound to a clamorous din br Loke fragments of fire our scorched wings fly br amidst uproarious flames br br Timebound like rotational seasons, yet very infallible, br these distresses br They wound me, singe me br yet listen, br They never disappoint me br br From the deliverance of fire I have gained immense experience br How the loud lamentation of an inferno which finally br emerges all charred br With the force of absorbed smoke how it flew forth travelling br pilgrims of drenched clouds br br And in some grief-ridden morn br Salaged from life's wreckage br Like the joy of sprouting I will once agin rejuvenate br br br br br br br parjabrittobr br CHOUDHURI SUKUMARbr br