Saiful Sirnwel Biography

Go away and run through.....
At the end of the deep forest
In the sky wearing sari
In leisure full of pain
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The cuckoo has come to the crow,
But the crow isn't home;
So lays eggs the canny cuckoo
Ah! What a shy roam!
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On the utterance of the proscribed procession
Socrates, I remember you, I miss you...
On the tarry blood of the highway
I find the torment of the poison you drank once,
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No one can think how my bloods flow on sand
Though trembling winds blow through the vase
Where wonderful spring leaps on my flabby hand
Alas! I am alone I have no friend...
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A cowboy living in an ancient cottage,
Trends his cattle in the harbour of my heart;
Plays with my tender thoughts,
Dances merrily with my applauds,
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