His long awaiting thirsty lips.
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Kill a bird with feathers.
It smells sweet,
blooms up, full grown intoa flower of achievement.It tastes so sweetwhen the fruit of achievementripens up, it’s seeds tocarry the legacy ahead.It sounds so melodicwhen the song of the heartis heard by the personit was meant for.It makes you feel so greatwhen greatest of the poetswhisper to your ears, withsweetest of their wordsthat you are…
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ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ଏବେ ପଚାରି ବୁଝୁଛି,
ଦୁନିଆ ପଡିଛି ଖାଲି ଖାଲି ସେଠିଶୁଖା ଶୁଖା, ଖାଁ ଖାଁଅୟୁତ ଶରତ, ହଜାର ବସନ୍ତହଜାଇଛି ଯେଉଁ ଗାଆଁ-ତା ଆମ୍ବ ବଉଳ ବାସ୍ନା ରେ ବାସ୍ନା ରେଅଛି ଲେଖା ତୁମ ନାଆଁ ।।
I had got a sister,
She was so shy ever..Could not speak her best.Careful about me..Although she was then,Never fetched a glassWhen my sands needed rain.I was in a zooFull of elephants, bullsI was only a rabbitSmall, and weak in pulse..
I bend over and stoop into
Separating the momentOf dreams from realityTo find my own reflectionsTeasing me withA melancholic song.A gloomy euphonyHaunting my soulWhile my fallen angelReappears elsewhereIn a friend’sAutumnal landscape.