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The day passes like this, Like someone takes away the favor Seeing the mirror, We are relieved to know in this house that someone is ripe, maybe someone throws stones again on Shajar
By Priyabrataa Ganguly4 years ago in Poets
Even if the trees are Dense, they may be big, don't Even ask for a shade Don't ask! Don't ask! The path of fire! the path of fire! the path of fire!
It is the cleverness of the soil, the Form and the color are different, the Emotion, the thought, the wave are different,
Never those who can win, Never those who can bear Their just right Declaring fearlessly, Those who have no embers of their express thoughts
There was a dense shadow where the The body had to be attached Step test, step temptation is Full of strength and weakness, you will have to
The breath goes on, You have to walk, traveler! There is a Group of stars singing songs in the sky, There is also the sky, there is confusion in the void
Hey, those gusts of hysteria, in which the raga awakened From the splendors asked for the boon of singing, The eyes were sounded from one gap, the other who constantly
The temple was built by The hands of Kalpana. The dream was from his taxes, which was decorated with interest, The colors of heaven, which was drenched with juices collapsed,
Tonight the wind blows very hotly Tonight will not sleep on the pavement. Everyone gets up, I too get up, you too get up, you also get up,
Do not be a man, do some work, do some work, By living in the world, do your name, What is the meaning of this birth,
I agree that I have forgotten, sorry, Entrust the same task to me, who is patient, Who has fallen from heaven but in the lap of the earth
Devastated in the way and sat down, God walked together, Backward in the plane, then the weight of the carrier was ascending,
