Sunday Poem By Gayatri Devi Borthakur
Woman
If a cloud is questioned,after pouring every drop,what have you given ..?There’s not a single drop to drip in return. Nothing in hand to explain .
If the field of full of golden paddy is asked,what are you bothering?What to say,after bearing all the calamities the Earth is ignoimious,still.
The rain of the Summer and the paddy fields of the Winter , the real picture of of every legacy is ..
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