This Hindi poem relates poverty and weathiness .First poem eplains merits and properties of eyes Whereas second one explains about merits and demerits of men and things.
He walked towards me, In silence, his taps blended with the mystic rhythms of my bells, Twenty each on my feet, forty bells, Coarse fingers wiping his face he sprung on me
She didn’t miss a moment of it. She was staring deep into his eyes all this while. Deep, brown eyes, with dark brown cornea. Something she couldn’t do when he was looking at her.
As I kept looking at his eyes, I felt secure for the first time in 8 minutes, his eyes felt helpful, looking back at the bikers .
Deafening voices soon turned to dust, as the influence was brought down by power and wealth. The raven settled on a pile of ash and blood.
I will abide in you, I will live by your love and remember the price paid for my freedom. When live gets busy and confusing. I seem to find peace in you.
Yusuf was a fugitive. He had committed a grave crime. My marriage was going to shatter, the police are going to question me, grill me. I had struck the match and that was participation. The nightmare had indeed begun.
Each soul became particle of god.Each God helped the soul with imagination. And there created a garden. Which had eternal song,
I know I had fallen in love several times but what if i say every time there was the same girl to whom I had fallen in love in the first place.
I kept on looking and admiring your beauty , I had a fear that you might take my love for lust. I wished I could hold your hands so tight that you stayed with me forever . But that was not to be