- Ananta Kumar Singh
- March 20, 2022
Oh! My Dear Face | Poem | Ananta Kumar Singh
Oh! My Dear Face Oh! My Dear Face Never be upset I didn’t come to pimples I didn’t come to
Oh! My Dear Face Oh! My Dear Face Never be upset I didn’t come to pimples I didn’t come to
No, I am not going to show any compassion Why you always fight against my destinations My heart is the
Uzbekistan is my motherland, my homeland, My beautiful gardens, like in the heaven. The greatest in the history, the brightest
प्रेममा समाएको हातले हो की छुट्ने लागेको साथले हो कि समाजमा क्रान्तिले ल्याउन पो हो की जगतमा शान्तिले ल्याउन पो
घृणाको पनि लायक नभएका बलात्कारीको नाममा : कुनै न्युक्लिएर बमभन्दा हजारौं गुणा विध्वंसकारी हुनसक्छ कामुक पुरुषको लिङ्ग ! **** ब्रम्हाजी
The warm spring shine scatters over the grass, Beckoning daffodils to wake and smile, Gathering about busy bees en masse
मेरो अविस्मरणीय यात्रा एक पलमै जिन्दगीको हुन्डरी झैँ आयो यसले छोडेको छाप आजीवन मेरो साथ नछोड्ने गरि रहिरह्यो। आफ्नो पवित्र
कसरी भनौं खै को हो कवि आकाश हो कि या हो उ रवि के भनौं खै उसको बारेमा ऊ ऐना
English Poem Fate has met you to me suddenly, Still, embarrassed turned its face. The garden we walked in, and
Brighter than millions of stars Not so high , up in the sky And closer to my heart A pure
मेरोपन हराएर आफ्नोपन भेटियो जब हृदय खुलेर मेरो मन मेटियो । मनसँगै हरायो अहंको भ्रम जब छुट्यो मोह रह्यो केवल
These droplets of rain, Takes me to the valley of pain. My tears are flowing like streams, Your apathy is