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1.	THE STORM

COPYRIGHT-POETESS-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM

The storm - from where, it comes

Why - comes, it ?        Where, it goes ?

When - it came first ?

Forever it goes and comes

Has it any good effect ? Who knows ?

Destroy ! Just destroy ! Just- !  Must !

The nature becomes calm -

All know - it is the before stage of storm !

Oh! Fear !  The nest thinks - on the tree palm !

The storm has no own form ;

Yet - it has very strong action !

Which can break the mother's  emotion !

Lives become hopeless by it !

Forever It can stop the heart beat !

Branches never come back as alive !

The buds and baby-birds never come back !

But the storm returns again and again ...!

Bee-eggs never come back -

But after storm - again bees build the hive !

Though trees feel pain -

Yet - branches , buds come back again !

The new branches , buds , baby-birds , eggs -

Take place on the empty places -

The new nests become happy again !
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But no kindness of the storm's invisible legs ,

These always break the sweet dreams !

For these bad works - the storm feels the happiness !

To the storm - who blesses ? ! -

Try - in minds - for own love placings !

Oh ! The storm ! What do you mean ? ! -

Now - find and think about blessings !

Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! - - -

Be the well wisher of the nature ! Please !

Not destroys - creations are the lives - keys !

In front good works - down your knees !

Know - follow - who is your creator ? Who is ---

2.	AN AIRY AFTERNOON

COPYRIGHT-POETESS- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM

In an airy  afternoon-                

I float by my little boat, on river-

Smiles, on sky, the silent moon-

I gift it my loving-look, from very far!

Waves touch my feet, which are naked;	

These waves are too busy-

These never come back!

Some very little children, they are naked,

They enjoy around my boat, I see and see---

And eat pop-corn from my jute's sack;

Fishes are seen sometimes on open air-

Again hide in deep water;

My white sail- is in joy of freedom!

I reach very far from my little home!

My pets, my dog and my talking parrot,

Freely walk on my happy boat;

I call,"Hey! Children! Come here!

  Yes! Please! Stand on my side;"

They do, like my speech!

Then go and on a big horse, they ride!

Which stands on bank, without speech!
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