" 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

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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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