Ujjal Mandal, WEST BENGAL, India

Who doesn't love his or her mother?
Who blooms always like a sweet flower
In spring, summer even in winter;
She is our sweet and mild mother.

Ujjal Mandal, India

Nowhere you can find peace
If you never kiss
Who remains very close
To you like a blooming rose
All day
As flowing water in the bay.

Ujjal Mandal, India

O mother, whatever I think
The head is yours!
Whatever I feel
The heart is yours!
Whatever I speak
The tongue is yours!
Whatever I see
The eyes are yours!
O mother, without you
I am a lifeless body
Like an earthen doll.

Ujjal Mandal, India

Love is not a hope
But a habit of taking dope,
Love is not a star
But a lamp towards the bar,
Love is not a fame
But a plan of deadly game,
Love is not of gladness
But a threadless cloak of coyness,
Love is not a fate
But definitely cheap as sweat,
Love is not for green
Rather its hue of water akin,
Love doesn't make any history
But certainly a tomb of rivalry.

Ujjal Mandal, India

A kite.
It will be flying as long as the air lasts,
But when the air stops,
It will fall through the bare wind

Ujjal Mandal,  India



Keep dreaming till the dark night 

Fades in the morning light.

Ujjal Mandal, India

None but a mother can draw
The bridge of love
Among the mortals as the flowers
Are pleasing to all hearts