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Ramana Tandra Oct 28
In this world of ladder
Made up of daggers
.
O Mother
Smiles, now
Became a false scent
Making me prey
To inciters
.
Stench was made
A delicious feast
.
Sinfulness now disguised
In good virtues
.
O Mother
Please born again
To **** me in your womb
Ramana Tandra Oct 28
I would like
To invite the faith
Despite its doubt in me
.
I would like
To invite love
Despite it hates me
For I once
Neglected the same
.
I would like
To invite the knowledge
Despite it doesn’t reach
The idles
.
I would like
To invite the nature
Despite it was terminated by me
.
I did them all
In my innocence
Oh! Faith
Oh! Love
Oh! Knowledge
Oh! Nature
Don’t hate me
Make me pure
Let me repent.
Ramana Tandra Oct 27
Yes
The God was died
I manifest
That God was died
.
How can I believe
That God is alive
When his creation
When his work
When his adroitness
All is going to be extincted?
.
Yes
God was truly died
If not
Why, His children are
Dying of hunger?
.
If not
Why the love he made
Shaped to abhorrence?
.
Yes
The God was died
.
If not
Why the human fabric
Smashed to pieces?
.
Yes
I affirm that
God was died long ago.
Ramana Tandra Oct 26
Every time I sit
On the peak
The sky laughs at me
.
Every time I win the race
The future laughs at me
.
Every time I look at her
Her soul laughs at me
.
For I am not capable of
Reaching those superlatives.
Ramana Tandra Oct 21
Eh Dear!
Why do you hurt the heart
Don't you know?
It scatters pains and agony
Which may swirl the world
.
Why do you love the heart
Don't you know?
It pours the ambrosia
Which you can't bear
Ramana Tandra Oct 20
In this world of ladder
Made up of daggers
.
O Mother
Smiles, now
Became a false scent
Making me prey
To inciters
.
Stench was made
A delicious feast
.
Sinfulness now disguised
In good virtues
.
O Mother
Please born again
To **** me in your womb.
Ramana Tandra Oct 19
Being unable
To tear the stench
Of the layers of seduced affection
.
I myself
Burnt in flame of love.
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