Lavish green land was rich and fine
Said, go away Oh thunderclouds, you are scary and malign
Green became grey in a matter of time
Praying for clouds, the land was crying
They came back, fading the sun’s shine
......
A handful of dreams and desires
In a fortnight of Spring is
In the lyrics of the bees.
Do you want to be Happy? Do you want to Smile? Do you want to remain in Bliss, all the while?
Do you want to Discover, how to always be Glad?
Do you want Freedom from being miserable and sad?
Then, just follow the A to Z of Happiness
And you will reach the state of Eternal Bliss
What is happiness? Do you even know?
It's about that Smile that gives your face a glow
It is being Joyous, it is being Blissful
......
O Goddess of Love !
Pristine beauty
Glowing on spiritual throne
Brimming with splendid elegance
Dispel the darkness of hatred
From heart and mind of the ignorant people
And burn all weeds of their impure and lurid desires...
O Opulent Love !
Muse of hearts
......
By Ujjal Mandal, India
Thoughts have a continual succession
of complacency or anxiety,
black thoughts paint me a fire fly
that emits light mere in the darkness.
I am like the flowing air
neither I have head to think
nor the arm to catch,
......
Do you want to be Happy? Do you want to Smile? Do you want to remain in Bliss, all the while?
Do you want to Discover, how to always be Glad?
Do you want Freedom from being miserable and sad?
Then, just follow the A to Z of Happiness
And you will reach the state of Eternal Bliss
What is happiness? Do you even know?
It's about that Smile that gives your face a glow
It is being Joyous, it is being Blissful
......
A handful of dreams and desires
In a fortnight of Spring is
In the lyrics of the bees.
O Goddess of Love !
Pristine beauty
Glowing on spiritual throne
Brimming with splendid elegance
Dispel the darkness of hatred
From heart and mind of the ignorant people
And burn all weeds of their impure and lurid desires...
O Opulent Love !
Muse of hearts
......
You'd embroidered the Inferno
sewn with the thread
of supple beauty,
endowed Ganguria
with philosophical
profundity and great altitude
of enlightenment.
You'd reconciled
an old skirmish
between disdain
......
By Ujjal Mandal, India
Thoughts have a continual succession
of complacency or anxiety,
black thoughts paint me a fire fly
that emits light mere in the darkness.
I am like the flowing air
neither I have head to think
nor the arm to catch,
......