Once upon a time
a beautiful ******
(she was the princess
of an unknown land)
met a nameless thief
in the dark forest
of a solitude island.

The ****** was left abandoned
by her own mother
(she used to be the queen
of that unknown land)
who was envied of her solemn beauty;

The thief swam to that island
after being chased by
the fleet guards of a floating sheep
where he was kept stealing
(their fates allowed them to meet).

On a moonless night
both the bodies become one
though their souls remain a part
and eventually they gave birth
to a male child
(who turned out to be a monster)
on the peak of the red moon.

Contd…

Mother, you are the shadow a big tree in my life
Mother, affection extends through the touch of your hand.

Mother, you are the bright star shining in my sky
Mother, I am overwhelmed by the blessings of your soul.

Mom, you're my mother, I'm proud of that
Mother, in the stream of your affection, peace is showered.

Mother, you hold my hand and give me the direction of the path
Mother, in your words, let's vanish the dark night.

Mother, you are my thought-consciousness, brings confidence
Mother, listening to your wisdom, let me breathe a sigh of relief.

The sparrow smiles when it sees the nest of the weaver bird
Turn around and just look towards the blue sky.

Say again, “open below!”- what a home it is!
Full of rice-straw and muddy all around.

Where I live in the building, how beautiful it is
But you have to work hard and have no time to breath.

Weaver says, “be it raw, be it ripe, make your home pure
Tightly made with straw and mud, keep it neat.

I am happy with what I have, brother
There is no pride in seeing other people's things”.

Who came with a grimy face and stood at the door
Skeletal body
A gloomy look, in a faint voice
No one knows, what she would like to say.

It seems
For how long she has been in starvation
Due to lack of money
She did not get the proper food, to keep her fit.

However, everyone is busy
Who will extend a helping hand-
That's how she spends her days
The same morning comes after a sleepless night.

The message came in the forecast room
a big storm is approaching,
A gust of wind can blow
with a glimpse of torrential rain.

Can happen anywhere with
tremendous thunderstorms,
It can hit the sea shore
with huge tidal shock.

Going out on such a day
will not be safe at all,
There are dangers in every steps
with the chance of the loss of life.

Oh, field farmer, helmsman at the quay
be careful,
Before the danger strikes
prepare yourself.

After the storm subsided
get out again
How are all the neighbors
get their welfare.

Need to face these dangers all together
and you have to win,
All say, “ten sticks is the burden for one”
keeping that in mind, work altogether.

*****, basket in hand
They sit on the sidewalk.
Work if someone calls
Then there will be cooking at home that day.

Helper, Earth cutter, Stone crusher, Mason
There is no descent work.

The work that gets in hand, performs all day long
Throughout the morning till evening.

In this way, year after year, their family goes on
Working by their hands, talking about life.

They come from from far away villages
Hoping for a little work in town-
Maybe there was a piece of land
But there is none, due to the flood.

In statistics, they are floating crowds
No one takes any account on them
Does anyone know, what they are talking about?

In the heat of summer,
The cuckoo sits on the branch and calls-
"Eyes gone", "Eyes gone"
In this heat, life is terrifying-
Realizing this, the wayfarer decided to leave home.

How the branches of the tree are stunted-
There is no wind,
Lazily, the shepherd gave the body to relax,
In the shade of a tree, holding his flute-
This summer, the scene seems to be chirping.

Couldn't bear the heatstroke, though
The beggar is returning door to door-
The bored bard seeks to find peace in cloudless sky
Lean body, walking on the edge of an unknown village.

Dry day lean on the lap of evening
Forget the weariness in the touch of late night dream.