The untold story of an untouched spring.
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Love would alone triumph
Veiling all odds of the pastEvading all zones of the heartLeaving all wounds behindYou would see one dayFrom beds of desires toRoads of ambitions,In whatever form you tread onEverything will be yours and yours onlyNests of your desires would seeDearest friend of me, being worries free.
Deep within,
It makes me sickSick of your perennial presence-A never-ending pain,Would never know ifIt is the kind thatThey call labour painWhile a woman deliversA baby!Since that first touchOn the first day of Spring,At that dark corner of my heartYou kissed so warmWith the delightful rays fromThe moonlit nightWhile there was none to intrudeInto my shy lonelinessAnd…
ବୟସ ର ଅପରାହ୍ନେ
ଧୂଆଁଳିଆସମୟ ଚାଦର ତଳେକେହି ଅବାଧୀରେ ଛୁଇଁଯାଏ –ବାହାରେ ବରଷା ତାରଅବିରତ ରିମ୍ ଝିମ୍ ସୁରେମିଳନ ର ରାଗ ଗାଉଥାଏ ।।
Bullet Train Tickets are cheaper
Their Purses, a bit unwilling of course.
All that they sang rhymed
It is the Valentine’s Day.
You are a memory clip
Never to erode nor to fade.