The Broken Mandolin Santwana Chatterjee My heart and soul Was lying forlorn In a dark corner of the stately palace A broken mandolin behind doors After an eternity it seems, Who is knocking softly on the door? Who has picked me up and playing gently on my strings? Robbed of all my riches Forsaken by all I was lying lost and torn Pray tell me Oh graceful God Were you waiting for this day? To fill me with your Love to the core Bless me heart and soul?

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