Oh child of Mother
Red eye,
Is it always blood or after effect of
Happy tears?
Why is blame important when
It is us all along?
Think through, oh child of Mother
Do not make her ashamed
To give your identity.
Muhibbi said
"My Istanbul, my Caraman,
The earth of my Anatolia my Badakhshan,
My Baghdad and Khorasan
My woman of the beautiful hair,
My love of the slanted brow,
My love of eyes full of mischief
I'll sing your praises always
I, lover of the tormented heart,
Muhibbi of the eyes full of tears,
I am happy."
Love is happiness.
Can we tag it on a single?
Do not let down that hope and trust
Oh child of Mother
Do not let down the world.
~Disha Chakraborty
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FLOW
PoesieWelcome to "FLOW". Flow is a poetry book that addresses dilemmas and predicaments posed by society to habitats of all ages. Some of these are written to give another perspective to an obstacle, and some of these are there to encourage and motivate t...
