Poetry
The Rainfall
I rose by the warmth of sun, All I do is dance or run, I drift where winds have spun, All I know are joy and fun, New and mystic on my way…
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सामाजिक व्यक्ति
तिमिर मन में, अब दो बिंब नहीं। उज्ज्वल अब सपना, किंतु उद्देश्य नहीं। ऊर्जा स्त्रोत अब दो नहीं, मस्तिष्क को अब प्रिय, केवल अन्नमय है। तिमिर मन में, अब बिंब नहीं दो…
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ఊరికి చివరన
On the outskirts of the village, A profession turned into a livelihood, To pass the time, And to hold onto life. Roaming through the village…