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Dark night and lamp

Dark night

By Priyabrataa GangulyPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
Dark night and lamp
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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,

Washed from the tears of the clouds, the honey- pot was made of blue sapphire, lovely, lovely,

Red wine like the first ray of sunshine,

In the same sparkle in the sparkling new cubes,

If it is broken, both the palms of the hand crave from a pure source.

When is it forbidden to extinguish when is it forbidden to light a lamp on a dark night?

What was the clock, there was not a single worry, the darkness came near

The shadow was also on the eyelid,

Nor the fun was blinking from the eye,

The laughter was dripping from the talk,

The laughter was such that the clouds were ashamed to hear,

She took it on the basis of glee, believed

But when is it forbidden to smile at the time when it is forbidden to light a lamp

on a dark night?

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About the Creator

Priyabrataa Ganguly

Professional writer, foodie, love poems

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