Diwali

Ujjal Mandal, India

A lamp can dispel
millions of darknesses
billions of ignorances
and trillions of sinners
like the burning sun
does. 

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The Winter Morning!

Ujjal Mandal, India

The winter morning sheds thick tears, 
None but the sun comes to weep 
Her tears out as a mother does when
The child cries.

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The Fuscous Sky!

Ujjal Mandal, India

The sky looks fuscous and heavy 
When the sun hides his cheery face 
Into the cloak of clouds as like
The air loses his sweet rhythm when
Nightingale stops her healing songs. 

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The Motherly Sun

Ujjal Mandal, India

The morning weeps 
All night. 
When the white wind 
Helps to flow her thick tears more, 
The sun with motherly 
Affection wipes her wet eyes out.

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