guna Moran
Abstract
I have a sibling
Its name is Spirit
At present is missing
Nature is burning
The ruler is absorbing
The merchant is betraying
Still is unconscious
Spiritlessly longing
Translated from Assamese
December
Where Is Spir...
Surname
Eye
Sun
Motherhood
Solitary
On The Bank O...
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate.... Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate....
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms of my UNKNOWN SHADO... My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms...
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
Cleansing auras with each step and breath, I needed a break! Cleansing auras with each step and breath, I needed a break!
Why fear, why excite, why react only to the unusual When everything you do is breathtaking Why fear, why excite, why react only to the unusual When everything you do is b...
Tired in my seat, I opened my eyes miles I had flown to know what is more, Tired in my seat, I opened my eyes miles I had flown to know what is more,
The poem describes how love can sometimes leave a person despondent and longing for better things. The poem describes how love can sometimes leave a person despondent and longing ...
The young sapling battling against the wild wind... The young sapling battling against the wild wind...
I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly... I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly...
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
You start from the tree having thousand branches, Where caged birds hanging for their chances... You start from the tree having thousand branches, Where caged birds hanging for...
You will never be at peace If they find their voice in you. You will never be at peace If they find their voice in you.
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
The peak of the mountain is bathed in light The peak of the mountain is bathed in light
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