a poem on mask . A guy is wearing a mask of happiness even when he is dieing deep within.
How does she feel for you? How does you feel for her ? what if she doesn't love you ? Would you move on or wait till eternity?
love or hate ...A true love has no ending . in this poetry the writer is comparing both the conditions.
I wanna ask, If we ever come across again... Do you think of me As many times as I do of you ?
ତୁମେ ଥିଲ ମୁଁ ଥିଲି । ଆଉ କେହି ନ ଥିଲେ ଆମ ସାଥେ କେବଳ ଏ ଗଛର ଛାଇ ଥିଲା । ତୁମେ ଝୁଲି ପଡିଲ ମୁଁ ଝୁଲି ପଡିଲି ଆଉ କେହି ନ ଥିଲେ ଧରିବାକୁ ଗଛ ବି…
ଝର୍କାର ଆରପାଖେ ପ୍ରୀତିଭରା ବର୍ଷା ଏ ପାଖେ କୁହୁଳୁଛି ତୁମ ସ୍ମୃତିର ନିଆଁ ।