Dancing leaflets
May vibrate the sound of wind.
The wind may move,
The dark of the dusk
In this world
Surrounds the dreams.
Extinct the portrait
Of the sensitive culture-
You may step forward with your
Encapsulating mind!
The broken love
Never ensures
The sharpness of knife.
A religion never says,
You will be killed-
You must adjust yourself,
That can enhance the
Survival of the man,
Through the struggle for existence.
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Sanjibsaha Aniketa
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