Bipurna Tara, 9 stycznia 2012
When heart touches by feeling
Then the doors open
And the insidious power get overflowing
Poetry, the art is born.
The dreary eyes have no sight to feel
How the leaves are dancing and swing
But heart sinks deep and weep and feel
Oh! art is obviously rising.
When heart touches by the art
Insidious glory extends to the face
Art your becomes yourself part
And life becomes deference.
Bipurna Tara, 7 stycznia 2012
Heart;
Is not broken
But lost
As well as mind.
You;
Not lost
But gone
Just leaving
Distressing on my mind
Which knows nothing,
But you.
Bipurna Tara, 3 stycznia 2012
Poem is silent
To be poem
Poet is connecting
But network busy.
Poem is a girl
To make the prettiest wife
Poet needs to design
But mind crisis.
Poem is a God
Everyone prays
Poet is priest
Who recites creation
Poem is a river
Flows touching the shores of heart
Poet makes pond of good wishes
And he drowns and dies.
Bipurna Tara, 1 stycznia 2012
Perhaps,
then,
Birds were
used to fly over the sky
And animals
were wild
Everything
might be self way of living
Humans were
the child of earth
And creatures
were being freed
And the earth
had had a supper beauty.
But today,
Humans are
totally grown up into artifice.
And we forgot
the earth
We forgot the
beauty of nature
We are
sluggish
We are
selfish
And we feel
pleasure in Zoo;
The jail,
where animals are kept
In order to
preserve.
I, too, was
there
The colorful
birds are flattering their wings;
To go high up
to the roof that made of net
They flew
down to earth but around the cage,
And animals
are compelled to survive wasted life
Neither bliss,
nor free.
But we speak
the animal right
The zoo; the
jail of birds and animals,
Where their
freedom and right is raped in order to preserve.
And the earth
is mobilizing
As the human
desire
And natural
beauties are lost in
And the earth
is becoming the zoo
Where every
creature is keeping in cage;
That made of
human pleasure.
And we human
are ruining the earth.
But,
Who knows?
Everything we
do is futile
At last
everyone will defeat with death
And nature
will win
So that, do
not try to fasten the natural beauty in cage
And avoid the
zoo.
Bipurna Tara, 27 grudnia 2011
Every one dies
As my relatives died
Or I will die
As others died
So do not fear to die
So do not fear to die
But do not die fearing to live.
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