Russell Ashequi Poems

Every day I see him blossom rose
give away red dreams
leap over the hills sitting
on the breast of cloud
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Leaving the favourite city I am going to myself—
nearest to the soul where my wishes
decorate
walk
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Loveless eye always frustrated fly
But, Reading eye continue loving bird.
So, I read you
And feel the green face of sun.
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Prince Noor, a son of light is the Avatar of a new age. He sees with foresight, all men of his janmamati, in the true sense of the term, are really fortunate. In the atmosphere of six seasons, Nature, giving them inexhaustible wealth, has coexisted them to the Heaven. But men, one to another, are engaged into an endless quarrel and collision, and shattered with unfaith and un-love. As a result of which the heaven-like-earth has transformed into a hell. And sees more, all the evil powers of the universe are organized and present in the greedy and incestuous men, and the noble powers are scattered and separated, moistened in one's own weeping.
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