Harihar Jha

My fingers slipping from the glass of beer
drunk and happy, overflowing so soon
she had filled up my heart with joy and love
how cheerful! I was on top of the moon
...

they never complain about thunderstorm
birds tolerate sunstroke and take hot baths
crash and burn wings and hunger they transform
they keep instinct orderly in their path
...

छीन कर ले गई थी एकाकीपन
प्यास हुई तृप्त
जाम के गिलास से फिसलती मेरी उंगलियां
दिल की धड़कन में एक खुशी
...

Don't feel shy in the sweet moments darling!
lest the redness of dawn may hide under the clouds

Wine from your eyes is for me to consume
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My heart has turned into a stone
some rocks hit against and break
to flow in the river
but still desire to see the seedling sprouting
...