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 CORONA It is like a dark night.... We are having nightmares. Don't know when the dawn will come, When the  cry of human will not be heard, When the warmongers will be abolished, The Earth is almost broken heart now.. The black era still continues.. Even when heaven cries Our hearts remain silent... Motherland has lost all her love.. We are at least one inch away from hell! Now,a virus acquired the name "Corona". What Sri Krishna said years ago, Now finds it's way in reality!!! Is The end of World  marching soon? Dreamy cloud of fantasy works no more.... HUMAN+ANIMAL=POLLUTION-yet some positivity.. Is peeping out from the air of darkness. Dying with fear,dying with hunger.. These things are like natural sun today.. Can you tell me what is our future? If the scream of stomach aches you, If the child's smile creates feeling in you.. Let me hope they are not away, Still now there is a ray of hope. Sullen wind is awake again, Like previous disastrous mind.. Someone or...

 CONVERSATION Rhythm -'Oh, Mother of Art! Please,Create another Earth, Where Envy cannot live, Ego is dead,and dirty air leave...' Dance-'My regard to thee! But don't thou know? I am not full to brim; without thy aesthetic dream. Every Cadence thou create, With my stance I appreciate....' Rhythm -'I realise! But admire thy soloism, My soul is a knife and thou a prism, Beauty cannot be cut with sharp ends, So,let us be one, " We shall overcome some day" All the betrayal -keep it away...' Dance-' if thou love the Art If it sways thy heart, Come dear friend! Throw thy grief in Hell And heavenward ring the bell, A supreme journey -Music refrain, Thou cannot miss the train....' Rhythm-'All the 'Rhythm' revolve, When thou touch the Earth Thy feet all the Sorrow dissolve, 'Dance' is Universal mirth.' Conversation - Audio

Victim- we are not,as we think to be... Suspension -Ours not,but alas! Almighty gives to me. Complaint -leave and close that Saga... Just believe in Supreme power! Meditation -enjoy that beautiful hour! Then why we cry with tears? Life's trials give not only fears. Look at the Moon,behold that sphere, Hollow not-dark holes indicate the depth of 'White eternal dear'. Merit-the gift from God, accept it; Life will appear lovely and 'near'. Love-make it not so much a confused state, Look through the little heart, Oh! The brain is just a part; There will be a possible "Good morrow" If not the lovers think apart. Hills-not a pile of stumbling blocks, But the stepping stone of Optimist Who never Shocks. Ocean- not the deep drowning water, But realm of whale and mermaid, They live-sans any tears to shed. Facile- we should not be... OPTIMISM -only makes us happy! OPTIMISM- AUDIO

   Moli is a girl who loves to listen to story,her age is 10.She can see and hear but cannot speak.She expresses her words through simple shapes and images which she can draw on pages.She lives with her mother in a cottage at a hilly area.Moli is the child of a single mother who stays alone.And the fact is that Moli is an adopted child.Her mother Jolly took her from a nearby orphanage when Moli was in the month of 6.Jolly is the daughter of a farmer and belongs to a poor family.She took her decision to be a single mother At the age of 30 when she was already a teacher of a village school.Her father and mother tried her to convince for a normal marriage as they had a very conventional way of thinking.But,they gave Jolly a formal education at a school in that hilly area.Being from a poor family, Jolly had undergone a very harsh treatment in that convent school.But somehow she managed to passout 12th standard from that school.Then she entered a distant education and got a B.A deg...

  SMASHY EVE(written in 2015) Time-Just after the December of -it’s January .There is a cottage situated at the end of a village -named “Shringam”. There lives a Black-magic practitioner who wants to spread the good effect of black magic world wide.he is from a very poor family-his background is somewhat unknown.villagers say that his father used to work in paddy field rearing and his wife assisted him. Their son Trixion used to play with some torn out dolls and other articles thrown out by rich landlord’s child.The landlord of this village had one daughter-Mishika .Mishika was much inclined to read ghost stories and had nightmares while sleeping. Mishika used to make dolls with woods and clay,she played with them and threw outside of the mansion .she had an obsession with dolls and every time she made some new and threw out the old. Trixion used to play here and there of the village and collected the broken pieces of dolls,thrown out by Mishika. One day Mishika noticed from the wi...

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