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Being with you has often made me feel that the directions have come closer, every path has become shorter, the world has
By Priyabrataa Ganguly2 years ago in Poets
Walk on the rut, whose feet are weak and defeated, we who love such uncreated sects made by our journey Witness
The speed is full of strong legs, then why should I stand after standing when today the path is in front of me , till I can not reach the destination, I have no rest, it is
We birds will not be able to sing the cage bound of the free sky We, who drink running water, will die of hunger and thirst
Today Indus has spewed poison, the waves have become youthful, today the tide has risen in the heart and in the Indus
I am growing up, but I have not forgotten you. I am walking, because I am getting tired of walking because I am getting burnt because of the burning, I am melting
Might have been trying to get lost in the dust or something . The hearts of the mind will be burning waiting for another opportunity.
A scorching flame touched every moment of this birth, the coming day touched passed through the hands, touched yesterday touched
There is a call from the Himalayas coming, Udhi Gajrata, again and again, the Prachi West, the land is immense How is the spring of the heroes
Whether it was Lakshmi or Durga, seeing the incarnation of bravery herself, the Marathas would be blown away by her swords,
It is not you, I am alone, but You are the one who echoes again in The chimes of a crumbling sword Or in the cheer of the crowd
Because the dream is still there, So the sword is broken, the horse is injured, The fog drenched the directions Who is the enemy, who is his people, everything is foggy