But everyone’sdream is precious.
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Who can, for us
to rise in the Eastwith rays goldenthrough a windowthat’d awaken our babieswith eyes shut, yetdreams unhurt?Who can renderin these eyes dry,like the rainless sand-a couple of nightswith fearless sleepfor slum dwellerswithout an inch of land?
Have you ever,
Lifted a bleeding childInto your armsFollowing a road accidentThat just killed its parents?Taken a wounded beggarOn the roadTo a nearby hospital? ?But I have…For I am a fatherAnd a friendA friend for all fraternity.
Oh Time!
The Greatest MagicianOf this universe.With a moment’s touchOf your magic wandYou changedAll the alphabetsWritten in the inkOf blood of my soulOn the slateOf the heart.
ତୁମ କଥା
ତୁମେ କଣଅଜାଣତେ ମୋରମୋ ଉପରେକିମିଆ କରିଚ?କେତେ ବେଳେମୋ ହୃଦୟ ଫରୁଆ କୁତୁମ ମନ ସାତ ତାଳପାଣି ପଙ୍କ ତଳେଲୁଚାଇ ଦେଇଛ-ଅଲକ୍ଷ୍ୟ ରେ ମୋ ଉପରେ କେବେଯାଦୁ ଛଡ଼ି ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀ ରମୋ ଉପରେ ବୁଲାଇ ଦେଇଛ? ?ନ ହେଲେ ମୁଁ ଅଚାନକଏତେ ବେଶିଆଗ ଠୁ ଅଲଗା ଭଲାହେଲି ଯେ କେମିତି? ?
Name an abode worth going
The destiny may just singLike the tip of an arrow thrownto the far end of dead lawn.
Spring has finally come.
decorates with themost beautiful hatwith all the bright coloursavailable on this planet.The birds have startedto declare her arrivalin their sweetnessof singingand harmonic flutteringand spirit of chirping.Yes spring has finallystepped into our land.Now the lips of girlswould look redder,The newly sprouting leaveswould be greener.The old mansions of youthshall refresh theircolours of dreams.The narrow lanes of heartsshall…