Ma durga You are the supreme power... Ma durga You are the supreme power...

The poet asks if the poem makes sense. The poet asks if the poem makes sense.

Sunlight radiates joy While the sun burns Fire spreads warmth The source exhumes itself. I wish ... Sunlight radiates joy While the sun burns Fire spreads warmth The source exhu...

This poem is about a poet and who compares words with different things. This poem is about a poet and who compares words with different things.

Queen of the night. Queen of the night.