His hairs turned grey
He found her too turned grey
He saw the skin with lines
On both as the herald
...
The flower was stretching
It's hand to find a honey-bee
To be embraced and kissed!
The flower remained
...
The horse never slept
Nor it lay on ground
His mind was battling
With the songs of swords
...
This time we heard
No yearn of the hornbill
Heralding the monsoon arrival
The monsoon had all fury
...
The winter chill was intense
It became tick and pierced
The thick feather cover of cranes
That flapped the wings
...
Arctic terns
Born in the ice-cradle
Never see an abode
In the Arctic
...
We have values and virtues
We know to shed love
And deserve to be loved
We all are human beings
...
The birds brood over
The sinking sun of dusk
As if heard herald from heavens
To the uncertain fate
...
They fought each other
Not to catch a cattle
Not to grab land
Not to annex land
...
I was shattered
I was shaken
I was ruined
I was abandoned
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