Neelamani Sutar Poems

Surprisingly,
nowadays I am shrinking in all things,
hesitation in everything, skepticism in everything,
reliance in nothing......
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I see in the mirror,
we also see our fire perished in the light of strength
you drop the dim lamp life.
People don't see themselves nowadays,
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Come winter, come cold as a lonely side walk.
Like migratory birds with aching hearts.
Come be the story of rainbows;
Like geese in the land of birds, like rose among thousands of flowers,
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Winter has come, on the way to the village,
in the fields full of crops,
in the wild flowers of the sweet brown streets,
in the small ferry pier.
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The corona virus will spread, the recession will come, people will lose their jobs and shelters.

There will be a shortage of food on the earth. Who will pull the human corpses as the stray dogs?
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As far as everything seems to be blurred from a distance, I see everything clearly, my heart is pounding, the unspoken story is in my heart.

The green fields return home in the evening, then the twilight --gloom spreads the lonely wind, the broken wings of the bird. With it's head blowing, waiting for the tumultuous flight.
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On a rainy day, I float like a spider in an earthen city, the glue of the body is my own land, who also can I blame?

Insane to find the demonic catastrophe suppressed, folded in the gaps of the body of the beauty!
The lamp post, like the naked thighs of the sun, gives a shameless handshake in the afternoon, the delight of an imaginary woman!
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Red cassia flowers are a forest fire,
or so they say, a summer flower.
Anarchy is green.
An explosion of buds.
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Stand facing the sun and take an oath that you will not tear it;
Touch the spring and roar, 'I will not leave anyone's chair. '

Be it the wrong way or the river, everything is closed if you can jump.
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On my sphere of slow etymology, do you know the wrong words?
I have never seen two colors of light ----fashion.
I know I will never see it.
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