It is a morning without you,
that was an evening without you.
All the birds were gone back to their nests,
but I can't back to my dene.
...
He starts his writing when he is thirteen years old. He is a Teacher, a poet, a writer and a Social Worker. He works as Honorary Secretary of Mangaldeep Welfare Society.)
A Morning Without You
It is a morning without you,
that was an evening without you.
All the birds were gone back to their nests,
but I can't back to my dene.
You have the swift car,
driven along the hilly path so far.
Please come back to your rented home,
thus I can find you to love you.
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