Cloudy sky shady moon
different shape of dark clouds,
Your love is like the sun shining through the clouds,...
Or like the rays of the sun peeking out like a sword from behind the clouds after the rain...
You need a shield because you are afraid that the warmth of your love will blaze me..

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You were my childhood friend...
There were no cartoons or dish antennas...
You were my little oasis during my study break...
Your glory will not known this generation..
How can I forget you when the arrival of Goddess Durga's Mohaloya was not without you?

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the first rays of the sun will knock on my window with the melody of a new day...,
I just want to open the window and touch its warmth...
When its warmth touches my eyes and lips, I will feel fulfilled recharge myself.....

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Even if an unknown grass flower is trampled under other's feet, it never forgets to bloom...
It introduces its' existence...
It has no fragrance, no beauty, but when it is touched by dew or the first rays of the sun, its beauty becomes indescribable to nature....
You don't have to be as big as a banyan tree to express your existence. You can express yourself even if you are as gentle as a grass flower......

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Forget what people say....
What will keep me well is to follow in the footsteps of great minds....
Protecting yourself from people with distorted and infected mentality in society...

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Sandpipers flying in the sky on a clear moonlight or when the white duck flies to another pond at dusk...
Their flocking is not a difficult geometry...
No, they dont know any difficult formulas of metaphysics...but they know survival rules..
In human life, we forget all the rules and regulations when we lose interest in living....
Neither any book nor any formula can teach us if we do not learn from nature...

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When a bird leaves its nest...
there has a uncertain future
Who knows if it will come back and see its only recourse?
Maybe in a sudden storm it become extinct.
Or lose babies to a poisonous snake...
Yet, trusting in nature, it will fly away in the open sky, searching for its mate or its food......

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Love like pottery..
The more it burns
the stronger it will become....
Raw clay pots can be scratched as desired....
A burnt clay pot is neither easily broken nor scratched, just like a strong relationship....

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then you feel how much pain is there..
Not only pain its also has own rhythm which beats to in its own sorrow, joy and harmony

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a warm sunshine with windy and blue sky......
Or a cloudy sky with a warm sip of tea....

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