In the light of the rising sun
Bandana Bardhan
To know a little about touching a full flower
Trying and trying is a horror.
The skeleton's skeleton falls apart.
Leave no footprints, let all the mornings be dim memories.
Now, how can the mind not be tied together, the melody flies away in some colorful envelope?
The moon trembles in the sky.
I live with trees.
A flock of pigeons laughed in the rising sun.
Long journeys, memories peeking from afar
That lonely girl in the corner laughs with the flowers and cries with the flowers.
If you get lost in the crowd, tie it to the scent of flowers.
I will follow the letter, dot, line, and search for it.
The restless wind blows with thrills.
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