by the birds in cage
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The autumns’ zephyr
technicolor carpet
life’s expedition
childhood, youth, old age
the granite marbles
a stench filled carpet
O Silver shining stars –
With golden brocade borderBefore this night passesThrough the tunnel of darknessAnd the morning bell ringsAnd moon sinks into the horizonAnd candle melts in the eyesLet me lay down beside you this midnightAnd peep into your blue eyesAnd write a verse on hopeSo that the morning songThat every bird sings are melodious.
i’m feeling lonely
my life will blossom
जब मै जवान था बड़ा बेसब्रा था
इस पर और उस पर और कई सारीजिस दरवाज़े से अंदर गया वहीँ से निकला आखिरMyself when young did eagerly frequentDoctor and Saint, and heard great argumentAbout it and about: but evermoreCame out by the same door where in I went.-Omar Khayyam