Malla Sahitya || june || Namita Basu

|| Malla Sahitya || Namita Basu 

I am the care of .

I'm the care of obscure hope, with a concealed juncture, 

to set up let with the bride chamber by the nonage belief. 

Here large gregarious tree and consonant startled the moment, 

the placard brush are hanging on their necks.

Blue eyes and broken words are stumbling in front of famine.

Till the  auspicious of being birth ,the empty practice sound Sa, Ni, Dha, Pa, Ma, Ga, Re, Sa.

It's a cover file, beliefs in a short dress,

Here the universe are reflected by only a point.

and wonder is vibrated by the intellectual oblique.

If it is a food of hi Ron or a fox?

so what!

Till I am the exceptional age. 

Here the river flows have lost it's characteristics,

Greens  are attacked by the palace,

So shabby please grow up in paved,

and request the wind to push the  sky by the two hands for re production. 

If the  seeds are not transfusion! 

It may be ,

But I am now a care of Palm tree 

which stands with one leg in a so high ,

that is non comparable.