I was the lonely moon
With my kins, alone in the crowd
hoofs on sands of memories that fade.
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War is a game
Who never enjoy playing it.
I want not
that never settles a home,that never houses a bird,that never pats a backof the weak or feeble,that seldom explores a landmysterious, strange or unknown,that rarely builds up a duneover the valleys of lifeunder the vast stretchingdesert sky.Rather I would beThe mild autumn breezeThat fills, chills and thrillslife in many,soothes the heart of loversheals the aching…
ଏବେ ଏଇ ଆଖି ଧାରେ
ଲିଭି ଲିଭି ଆସେ ।ମଶାଣି ରେ ମଧୁଶାଳାତୁମେ ମୟ ତୁଳସୀ ଚନ୍ଦନେମହ ମହ ବାସେ ।।
Love means
Behind the dark veilsOf the passionate clouds,Below the bed of dry leavesFallen off the forest of youth,Between the twin bosomsOf the lonely motherhood,Before the Sun of desire risesAnd lust grips the kissing couples.
Within wombs of dumb wordlessness
Words kill Like secret assassins.
A unique way to chastity
Cow to swear, no mutton.