Magical Childhood Childhood is magical Simplicity is angelic A gleaming divinity Their faces glow joys An expression unlimited Humanity of being elated They are children of God. Rohini Kumar Behera Principal advisor of SLF
OPTIMISM AGAINST THE PANDEMIC By Lilian Woo Gone were those days, so relax and feel free Going out without a mask, faces we see Don’t have to adhere to social distancing In a group, we joyfully talking and sharing The pandemic has
Portrait Of a Poet The poet is an embossed pain, he grovel through his bitter dreams burning in the soul a brushwood of the sun, illuminating the Earth with fantastic significance, revealing the virtue from the sin. The poet speaks the language
Pride Of Cultivation It is an old convention Pride is in cultivation Small plants in daylight Lay at field so bright Little drops of water Little grains of sand Make bounteous delight. Rohini Kumar Behera Principal Advisor of SLF.
She Is On The Way I ask this moment to stay ‘Coz there is so much I have to convey I yell and shout, I ask my heart not to get swayed, As she still says, she’s on the way. Years have
A PLACE CALLED ‘LOVE Clouds of disease and dread everywhere. The buildings being sealed one after the other. Stocking food and grains in panic. You know not when the essential supplies will stop. Television viewing has become a nightmare. The demography of
The Music Of Sublime Dawn A buffalo through the darkness turning into a bunch of hellish roses, dances to heal the malady of long hiking Am I touching the wounded bees in reverie? The palmate leaves shrinking and turning gray Do we
The Lantern Should lanterns as usual shine Sadly withered up in time line The ever glory of light in dark It was the jewels shining in dust Usual glow of light of the past Has faded in rude course of time Gone
An Odyssey of human Walking without a pause for millions of years with a cause from the darkest abyss of nescience we are proceeding towards the radiance and emerged on this day of manifestation not unscathed though, but plenty to revelation… We
” WINTER MORNING” Winter morning is spreading its wings With cold, smiling face it sings Cuckoos in their nests do blink Sweet flowers waiting for the sun to wink Slowly the sun rising in the East Ladies at home waiting for the