http://slow.writerscafe.org/Balaram The original writings of author Balaram Sarkar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996073 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Before we were born hereJust a One, we two were.In His beautiful HeavenGod's care-fully brokenA Holly spirit into the two,Then in earth sent them toLong for finding each other,And at last reunite together.Then, why are you still far?Before me, please appear.We've wasted tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balaram/2108992/ The Night has a darknessIt has no blood and flesh.It leads me to bedWith no roses, red.It tells me a cleanIn my sweetest dream,"Stay hereFor ever...And do not wakeFor 'Real is Fake." WHAT DARK NIGHT SAYS TO ME 26:04:2019. INDIA http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balaram/2107971/ The girl wanted to enterthe world of Love foreverBut to set her foot no place, she found. Then the boy came. He removed his own heartand on her way, he put it.The girl entered and the boy died. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balaram/2107595/ I am now a ghost of a Banyan tree.I was killed when I was ninety three.Beside me, a beautiful lake was there.I stood in the heart of Mother Nature.A bird fell seeds and I was born.Then I had grown tall and strong.From the soil, I took saps and water,Light from sun and air from Nat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balaram/2107561/ The boy loved the girl very much.He had to suffer much.All his proposals she refused.Once, in her pensive mood,She thought of the boy's feeling and started to like him.She liked his heart truly, And wanted to have it fully.The girl became sick, one day And there was no way,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balaram/2107543/ The Swallow likes the floating cloud.Tree's branch loves Swallow's sound. The Swallow wants that cloud, white;So, to that heaven, she sets her flight. As the branch loves the Swallow,He does not hesitate to let her go.The more the Swallow flies high,Further the cloud goes to the sky... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balaram/2107439/ It was a rainy day, I’s returning home,The road was not lonely, yet I’s alone.I was wetting, as no umbrella I’d then.I was shivering almost wetting in rain.Then I found a shade on the roadside;I went there. But I's fully surprised,What fortune! Whom I see in lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balaram/2107385/ Time is my early friend, the best friend tooThis lovely world that has brought me into.That has showed me the beauty of the seaLakes, rocks , sky , moon and also the tree.Time has given me all that delicious foods.Birds soothe my ears singing in the woods.Time is God who’s given .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Balaram/2107265/