But forest has change
Its position and
Draws lines with no
Remark beyond any
Note and symbol.
Wings have so many
Complaints and yet
They have remained
Silent as before.
And in rows dreams
Appeared as horse-power
With new shapes and sizes.
But forest has change
Its position and
Draws lines with no
Remark beyond any
Note and symbol.
Wings have so many
Complaints and yet
They have remained
Silent as before.
And in rows dreams
Appeared as horse-power
With new shapes and sizes.
Home, the heavenI am happy and getting peace,So also you do agree with me.Home home sweet homeThe poets write on and on.My home – this earth,My home – my bodyAll in one.Let me draw one picture after another dayLet me read chapter after chapterLet me say a few words unendingIn the sound so clear.
No effectIn anything,Eating,Sleeping,Or in doingAny other thing.But in allContradictions,Neutrality beMaintained.
You are in this houseWhere I am.This house isTaking me to you.And you are using meFor love, for truth.
Here always.Give lifeAnd liveAnd let live.Life is nothingBut the product ofNectar.
କିଏ କାହାକୁ ଆଲୁଏ ଖୋଜେ!
Who is she?Let her brother askIf he so likeAnd if notLeave it all.She is a daughterShe is a sisterShe is a motherFor your nastySelf-interestUse not her.She is hereShe is thereAs all creatorAs all destroyer.Dare not to askAnything dear.Help herCooperate herOr faceConsequencesWith your own fear.Remember,You are nothingBefore or after.Like earthShe is here.Respect herAnd be a star.Tapoban,…