I'm not busy
in me I'm easy
here my heart is active
thousands strings in playful trip
sometimes on me I tune
thousands tones come out
these all are venturous
hither to thither,
to centripetal LOVE
-June 25,2019 Chattogram
O' last night the bed playful wicked howls around inspirational thought in hostage ground rising; rising to the sound SEXY MB OF BD I NOTICE YOU TOO stand hiding behind screens and now knows poet me
O' last night the bed playful wicked howls around inspirational thought in hostage ground rising; rising to the sound
music is love only u need ears not be deaf like me mb of bd
Hi I love this poem.there is something very deep about it. Yes all the notes come from inside oneself, if only one stops thinking that they come from the neighbors garden. Take care Mohabeer Beeharry
Gradually I have found truest happiness in my own self, mainly through memory. Your poem confirms my intuition. Tremendous.
An excellent piece on self, forever busy in an easy mode to tune in to listen to the primordial sound, Naada-brahma, and then try and reproduce it. Life itself is a vibration, an energy.
these all are venturous......fantastic poem. Thanks for sharing. Anjandev Roy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem with much depth. One who is at ease with oneself is at ease with love and beauty.