The morning sunshine
Paint me shy and pink
The azure of the sky
I gives me a call-
A call of the wild
To roam about
In the autumn breeze
I have always wanted
To flee,
So as to be there
High up in the sky
That lie-
So vast, so wide, so open.
The morning sunshine
Paint me shy and pink
The azure of the sky
I gives me a call-
A call of the wild
To roam about
In the autumn breeze
I have always wanted
To flee,
So as to be there
High up in the sky
That lie-
So vast, so wide, so open.
I was astonished.Not because whyThey were so charmingIn the faces ofBabies, Newly born,Lovers, Newly grown,Mothers, Newly become,But because they appearSo differentAt different modes of life!In different moments of life ! !
colour of love on hearts.
art of faking made profession.
ଆମ ଗଲା ରାତି ସ୍ମୃତି,ଅଙ୍ଗ ରେ ଅଙ୍ଗ ରେଏ ଗୋପନ ଦାଗଗଲା ବସନ୍ତ ର ଗୀତି ।।
Unaware whether hatched or eaten.
ଆଖି ପତାବୁଜି ହୋଇଗଲେ-ଲିଭିଯାଏ,ସଂପର୍କ ରଆଲୋକିତ ଶିଡି ।।ନିଆଁ ଲାଗେସପନ ର ଗଦା ଗଦା-ଶୁଖିଲା ପତରେ ।।ହଜିଯାଏ-ସବୁ ରାସ୍ତା-ପରିଚିତ,ଜଣା ଶୁଣା ଇଲାକା ମାନଙ୍କୁ ।।