Even the dropping of a leave
can be heard,
so silent is the place!
A magical rivulet
...
Nothing can roar
before my aching soul,
Neither silence nor noise!
I hear clamor tearing
...
When the Sun shines brightly
Don't stay in the cricket field.
You are sick, you don't know
People are more sick than you.
...
No way is comfortable,
Neither of pain nor of peace.
Too much happiness may worry us,
As unwanted heavenly bliss.
...
Had he lived here? My grandpa?
Mother told a colossal building!
But the faded, wornout door no color.
Was that my father’s own house?
...
The thread of kite is torn,
No other relation can be borne.
Let it fly high in the air,
Nothing is there to share.
...
She is selling shingles,
singly on the sea-shore!
Poverty-stricken, poor,
pauper and penniless.
...
The blue doesn't hurt
me, as I know I can't
touch it.
It's full of
...
You must have a cozy private side
Where you can take rest and brood
over anything you want.
If a fly comes flying there
...
The breeze is blowing
as the blessing of
the god!
The avenue of lush green
...