" SANSAR "

I love the wet season

You say winter is your

Favorite. I'm looking for

Flying clouds in the sky, 

You are looking for

Bright moonlit night.

When rain drops, I stretch

Out my hand to touch.

You tell, me not to get wet,

Cold-sensitive body,

You can't tolerate it.

Coming home, you 

Will sneeze, don't let me

Sleep in the middle of

The night.

In the winter, I wrap clothes

And warm. You get out of

The house in the early morning 

For a walk in the foggy dew,

Wearing tracksuits,

Sweaters and boots.

You like red, yellow color,

But my choice is blue,

It seems to be faded.

When I write a poem,

You come and ask, why don't

You write a sweet story?

When I listen to the song of

The old days, tell me, 

See where the age is gone!

Bring a new cassette and

Play modern songs.

If I Ask to see the theater,

You say go to the cinema,

A new film has just hit, 

We will see it once.

Despite the differences,

Tell me how we can

Understand each other,

Be loved closely.

We run together as a family and

House with love and respect.

I don't know if you have any

Magic in your touch!

When you touch the soil,

It turns to gold. When the

branches are planted,

The roots grow, every 

Month the flowers bloom.

Planting a tree in my hand

Does not grow, I blame

Myself all the time.

Instead of many

Inconsistencies, we walk

Together as partners.

Goes to the market 

And returns. From the

Roadside stalls, we

Purchase Jamun Koli,

kendu, aata, palm tree 

Fruits for children.

While You cook and serve

Rice, and dal taste like nectar.

By touching your hand, with

A glass of plain water kills

Thrust In the dry season.

I like it a lot when you paint

Jhoti, Laxmipad, Chakadola

moruza in front of the house

Yard, my eyes stick on you.

When you're angry you 

Look more beautiful!

I look with wide eyes.

When you smile, everything

Is forgotten, I can't 

Remember where to go.

In the cool breeze of your

Swing sari kani brings the

Joy in my face. Mehndi in 

Hands and red bindi on

Forehead lost my mind.

Can you read and understand

my feelings by the sixth

sense of your mind?

How did you know the art of

Tying sansara? You say we

Are partners in many births.

The journey of the body 

And soul leads our way.

" Sansar life" is the name of

Moving forward by sharing

Sorrow and happiness.

I know dear! My real identity

Is hidden within you, 

That's what I'm looking for.

You are my "Dharma, Karma."

If I tell, the Mokhya is the goal

Of life, you remain always 

As if you don't understand.

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