The sun, telephone tower, the green,
There are words those speak something,
Sun-set, reflection, destination,
All come in assurance of love, energy,
And sacrifices, for the next twelve hours,
These make sentences of time, country and history.
Here is a photo and a poem
One winter morning
Fog covers villages and trees,
Fog turns into zeal
To draw a curtain all around
Field where paddy seeds sprouting.
Farmers make paddy
Field for cultivating new crop
Rich for explaining
New life to greet season’s wits:
Please see tender greens inside.
The sun takes dip in clouds
Tourists come up for
Swimming in the sea, ships stand
Quiet, here begins this New Year.