IMPRINTS

VANISHED ========== Where are gone  Those golden days When travellers used to relax Beneath dense shady trees. Nightingales cuckooed  In mango groves  And peace Reigned in village Where are gone  Those life boosting days When rivers were source of Clear, cool water. We used to breathe  In fresh air Whole atmosphere Was energizing.

Moist Eyes ======== If we could Transform destiny Just by shedding tears The whole earth Will be flooded perennially. If shedding tears Could be solution of Every anguish Tears would Never extinct These moist eyes .