Someday suddenly-
If love comes and says-
How many bundles did you cut?
How many bundles did you tie?
In this life?
Idiot you rather start a new one
In the wake of new life.
What will you do?
Idiot I know you
Live in the same field-
Cultivate in the same field-
Yielding grain at the end -
Enjoying women
Having big feast at the end.
Dimly burns -
Burning fire-
Without wood, oil
Idiot you rather find a new one
Find a new turn in life
Play the colored bamboo flute.
Dimly burns - Burning fire- Without wood, oil Idiot you rather find a new one Find a new turn in life Play the colored bamboo flute. Playing the bamboo flute. very fine poem indeed. tony
Idiot you rather find a new one Find a new turn in life Play the colored bamboo flute. /// nicely expressed about new love, new life
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Dimly burns - Burning fire- Without wood, oil Idiot you rather find a new one Find a new turn in life Play the colored bamboo flute. a very fine poem.......dear poet. thank you very much. tony