Impoverished by selfish laws of the land.
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The journey
After I was born.Someone carried meBack to my source –My mother, the oneWith the softest grip.I was destinedTo a new andThrilling experience.She drew me closer –closer to my heartWere her bosoms-The home of sweetness andThe sweetest nectar.I felt a comforting warmth,I needed most.It made me happy.It made me relaxed.I felt safe.A sphere of caring comfortEncircled…
Like the freshness
a morning shower,Your memories ofOur buried pastflash within mewith a nascent waveOf longing besidethe shore ofeternal time and space.
Anger is a burning charcoal
And flames the being privately.
Why to kill the hero?
Without a bed time story.
You are my teacher, Oh great Ocean
To return again and again with waves of love.
You have been doing it
A spoon tastes the Rssgulla! !