Bapu, in your memory,
How lost are we!
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While in the absence of the servant,The buffaloes used to lowAnd it seemed to break the pegs,So, taking that,I used to take to the fields and fallowsAs for grazing,Sometimes sitting on the back ofAnd the buffalo grazing.I writing poetry and reading under the shadesOf the trees of the bowers,The highlands of the forested area,Marking heat…
The dark black girl smiling
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Dark is beautiful, try to feel,
From the fold of darkness.
A branch of psychology
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What can the heart do if someone
Just take for it,So if it happens,What can the heart do if itFalls in love?Let us sit under the moonShining overJust behind the churchWhere there is none,But you and me.None, but you and I,None, but I and you,Talking with,Chatting and gossipingAnd the white roses smiling,The bats flying.