— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Priyanka Neogi
Humans can reach from antiquity to modern times,
To produce crops in return for labour,
To advance technology,…..
Humans can reach from antiquity to modern times,
To produce crops in return for labour,
To advance technology,…..
In the free flight of the two of us,
I realize that your wing it broke,
And you are no longer near as always,
Sometimes ready you fixed it.
Every woman, since she was a child,
Chases the most beautiful dream of life,
She embroiders it and weaves it with bobbin,
She works hard and refines it more and more.
Waves after waves over the sea,
Where seagulls fly over,
Seabed moss,
Fishes swims beneath, at the ocean bottom,
Face to face
The homeland, the former village,
Crescent moon to amber,
The star is fire, like a pomegranate,
Every day of my life,
Is in prostration…,
There’s a spring ahead,
Still stands a spring,
No need to steal my wisdom by others.
I need freedom freely.
If anybody had not freedom of morality,
Give death penalty.
Mother is not beautiful only in young age.
Mother is in the highest space in morning.
There must be wisdom of mother in the highest place.
Warm and cloudy morning,
Like it’s preparing,
To dew,
Summer is already in front of our doors,