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Sometimes A ship comes your port searching me.
Not getting me that go away with full of passenger. I fall in love that lady-passenger, who suffers all the time Decision making for confusion.
For celebrating love bringing rented best comedian of the country, but Sit Down being serious before on their performance.
One of the group singer tell me, all mystery is at the body. I ask them, is human-body minor version as universe? They said, fire-soil-wind-water all are might of named universe. look around and see, fire of star dancing with flying dust of all planets.
Growing up woodland in space!!
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A shrimp pond ahead. Then a carpeted road.
By the roadside mango-jamun-sal
and coconut trees in line
All these trees, a long time ago, our old grandpa planted
He talks to trees as his offspring. 'Father,' softly they call him.
'Uncle,' so I call them whenever I see a chance.
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The guy might be a pickpocket
But he is my brother
One of the sons of the land of Asia
A weed of the populous part of the earth
In a bottled dark he keeps a dragonfly
and tells himself: greetings to you, the deadened morning.
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Bringing country-report go barber’s shop, read that place newspaper called `Ittefaq'. Comic of Tarzan is printed Ittefaq everyday, not like to read that but I see. Listen talk of various type of topics by barbers. It looks to me, many making livelihood by cutting hair of the world. Once asked to Bihari barber, how tons of hair are cutting every day in the world, is it take to receive the data in internet? Laughing the Bihari barber said, `If not can swimming man can die drown of papa’s pond’!
I enter internet in cellphone. My gray hair is turn black. Abruptly arrives Tarzan’s shout. Tarzan is shown on TV of saloon.
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I can’t abstain playing of this water-flow-air-soil ;
River arrive to my home breaking bank.
Kite arrive to fly me cloud by cloud
Fire arrive to burn it’s branch through me.
Fish arrive with net catching me
Steamer arrive to ride on me
Library arrive to me reading.
Ask myself, what's me ?
Me lost in dress of air.
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