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The ear of hearing, Kala, was a poet
Bijan hut-bottom. Childhood
Mozaya was in your nectar
Sleep in your harp's sleep
I heard, how happy the dream is.
The innocent child in his own heart
Your kamal-forest game,
How many songs of the song are written,
How much of the forest is swelled mulika
LonelWhere children travel there;
The lonely cries of laughing at himself
From the mother's lap,
The game that went in the lap of nature -
He was a butterfly, he had flowers,
He was sitting in the twilight, the dew stream
Slowly his edible drops in the body.
Bijan kulaye siti ghahit bihanga,
Hither Hoe Hugo Marie seen the boy
Where are the birds singing? Flowers,
The drops of mushy tree fell downy think of yourself
Spreading to spread what the game!
Prafulla Usha Bhusha Arunakiran
Beaml Susie Susie, I'm a starter,
The excitement of the sun shines.
Whenever there is a dew-dip in water - in water
Feliten Ubadbyi Survivi breathing,
Shred the leaves of trees
Sleeping Sleeping River
Whenever the winds he sang,
Then the boy-poet left in the wilderness,
The paddy sticks are seen in Pabane
On the bottom of the lush vegetation,
On top of the golden water seaport
Ushadevi smile smile.
Nisha woke up to the wires, woke up,
Full moon moon on his face
The fluid did not cling,
A loving mother, such as a dormant child
Mouth than kisses kissed.
In the recitation of the morning, in the song of Bihong
Usha gave her a pleasant break, breaking it.
So what's like a music,
Tapping of gold and silver flowers
Like a cloud in the morning,
Nandan forest is no exception
Happy sleeping like a dream
The poet's child-time is past.

Whenever poetry entered the youth,
To hear the lyrics of nature pus,
He was a silent poem in nature.
Nature was like her mate.
There was something about your mind
In his ear,
Split of the morning, namely the silence
Kusa Kusum's ear inclination.
Like the music of the river of the river
No one else understood, nor understood.
Bighong sings to him like,
No one can sing to anyone.
To him the recitation is as follows:
Who does not live in such a way.
Whenever Ranjimukh Uzzalat Shashi,
Boshudha like a dormant girl
Laughing out of happiness, I laughed silently,
Basin Tatiinithir saw that poet--
I smile on top of the bath
Sunil sky, laughing downstream;
Sophistication has been achieved in Parashish
A couple of waves are awakening.
Wondered by looking at the river,
Nishai Poetry and Divine Science
All day in the light of day,
All are open to the open mouth.
Every spine in the flower will be seen.
If you want to live in the woods,
The thorns are worn by the thorny jungle
Your face will be published later;
The whole world seems like tomorrow
The system is rotating in the system.
But poet Nishabadi is the mantra-mantra
After reading 'the whole world'
Everyone looks like a dream;
In the light of the lunar river, in the light of the moon
Trail is running like a trick
So Sunil the skyline
It is going to float all the world;
Look at all the hounds,
The solitary gambhir-poet Nishadavi slowly
Fingerprint on the head,
Poetry is written in the world books.
That's how the poet thinks so. The heart became like a sea,
He is the moon star in the ocean
Reflecting the game,
She is looking forward to a sea lover
Swordy Arrow Arrested Uthli,
,
That sea is so wide
All the world goddess
Self-resized decoration. He is in Sindh-heart
Free synthesis like a dumb child
Huh, do what you wanna do.
Cistern, Sindhbella, Mountains,
All the poets were poor settlements.
You were so friendly to him
Imagine! All the seats are heard listening
The sound of your harp, sometimes heard
Sitting in the heart of blooming rose
Untouchable songs played on the harp
Lonely oozing water
What songs do you sing with a solo bird
So, let's sleep on his break!
In the infinite and starred nightlife
Are you serious singing songs,
That is why it is awkward and heartless
Whenever you were silent, you were alone
Baajayat Baassi in far-flung bout
You also sound to match with him,
He sounds like a person inside his life.
When the world is in darkness and darkness
Sleeping in the daytime sweat
Then the poet grew up to be snowy
Singing high mountains and singing alone
Nature of the cloud of cloud.
He does not hear any of the serious songs,
Only stars hanging in the sky
In a glance at the mouthpiece.
Only by doing mountain ranges,
Simple footprint sullen Gambhir
His songs are slowly heard;
Only in the horizon of the horizon is the horizon in the horizon
In the heart of the song is a euphoria
The mild-blooded return turned back.
Only the dewy shaw in the far horn
He mixed his voice with serious lyrics,
Sitting silently on the sidewalk,
Silent nostalgia will clutter.
Gammer Gaet Poet - "O Prometheus,
What a beautiful, great face you,
He is the nature of the sky in the sky
What poems have written in the burning letters,
As long as you die in life
Still do not fall away; Not mete
Hundreds of thousands of planets in your eyes
Clap up thy throat, in your breath
The flare goes out to the world.
Expanding on the great side of time,
I live in the sky,
Like many young people, these innumerable worlds
Your wings are fond of celebrating!
All the world was coming to the boy,
Like a dying child, in an eternal sky
Do not be afraid of going to govern,
You nourish them with breasts
If you are on the brink of an insurmountable issue,
If the firm ties break once,
Is he terribly worn out in the world,
Lunar billions of sun lunar stars