Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Manmohan Rajbanshi, Assam, India

Let us hear our inner voice.
For each word of love
For each word of disliking
For each word of agony 

Thrown to me off and on
Makes me no change at all. 
I seriously pay attention to them. 
As I have to live in their hearts
I have to taken care of all.
For me there is no difference, 
We are the fingers of a hand
Shape and size are different 
Without one strength of others lost. 
We are guest, came one day here
Will go one day to unknown destiny. 
Let us hear our inner voice
Heavenly garden will bloom for us.

© 2019 Manmohan Rajbanshi



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