Chandamala-1

1. Phutala between two of the "love flower"

   You do not recognize me wrong, dear.

Poetry Winter Morning

Winter Morning

Muyajjima, the minarets of the mosques,

Ajahn drive.

Niyache the kariye sleep.

With him, to keep pace.

Morning birds

Gave away the melody.

I was sleeping yesterday,

I woke up,

Today, winter morning.

Sleep-stained eyes

I looked

Through the window.

Seen a little blue,

Like the sethaya

Fire.

Flying white smoke,

No, no, do not smoke,

White wells morning.

His works are the shepherds

I was in the east

Bright red sun.

All the velvet covering sheet,

Ghateche coming today,

Winter morning.