Lord Buddha at Rabangla
Sits with stately stature
And radiates aura divine
From the huge statue He enshrines.
Beneath the sloping steps
Pilgrimswith prayers
Assemble to go forward
And submit the wish of
Their ardent heart.
Shanta took a bow to go
And have grace from the Lord
Stands in meditative zeal
She links her soul to Buddha's will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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