Nothing shakes the smiling heart.
Santosh KalwarI loved the flowers that die, I loved the charm of the sky.
Santosh KalwarO rose, you look sick.
O rose, wake up and sing.
Mots clés poetry
From the mind which thinks to die, let my soul sleep tonight.
Santosh KalwarMots clés poetry
Neither shall you know nor me
Man is the killer and creator of thee
Mots clés poetry
Nobody knows the aftermath.
Santosh KalwarMots clés poetry
I am republic
I am maoist
I am activist
and I am this
and I am that
but why?
Why can't; I be
Mots clés poetry
The very essence of I is being killed by You.
Santosh KalwarMots clés poetry
We may kill each other someday.
Santosh KalwarMots clés poetry
The answer to our existence lies in existence itself.
Santosh KalwarMots clés poetry
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