http://slow.writerscafe.org/Arghya The original writings of author Arghya Samaddar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992463 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You the creator of the nature, you frame the words of the people, but, why you shed your tears in miniature? , why frame your false laughter?Blowing by the winds, you wash the leaves, why you don't bother to look at yourself? You hide your qualifications,instead of your fals.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arghya/1721023/ Oh heavenly world! Oh heavenly world!Let there be no boundary to divide us,no arms to kill the dreams,let there be grasses to sleep,skies to dream, ladders to mount on . The day I want to frame in the history of humanity,the day people will not ask their identity,the day people will hug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arghya/1721022/ As I removed the curtains, she fell bright on my face,she do her monotonous work, irrespective of human race.Climbing up the hills, sinking down the seas, she shines,she binds humans with innumerable joys and cries.She is yet to be recognised by human eyes,she shines, she shines, she shines.She watc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arghya/1721019/  From the broken huts to squalor paths, the sound of poor cry hits me.From generation to generation, from calendar to calendar,the promises to reverse it fades away like a mirage. Being less aware about the politics,he burns himself behind the charcoal and,hurtling vans dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arghya/1721016/ When the paths get covered by dense fog,when the sun sleeps a bit more,when the forests wear its new clothes,when the faded yellow light brings joy,And, when the yellow rays in the lush green woods splinter,The nature tells you, it's a new winter.Winter, like the poverty, is left a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arghya/1720585/