Though I move to the
Beautiful sunset,
I always put my hand
On the vibrant colours,
A lightless darkness—
Never makes an astonishing sky,
Without star twinkling.
I know –I know,
All the wings reach the nest.
So, I echo always the singing sound;
The night I pass,
That’s the mystery of life,
Green leaves always tremble the heart,
As they move for love.
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Sanjibsaha Aniketa
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