Sarojkumar Roy

I am not like poetry, how I'll be able to write poetry! I need to accept the bride is clothed in men's clothing, has no ornaments on her body, no modesty, no rhythm of walking; She doesn’t love to work, lazy, She doesn't try to be beautiful lest she has to work hard. She is a vagabond, with little sense of natural and unnatural beauty. She wants to deny the golden chapter by hiding herself from all reforms. Since I don't have a fan, I don't want to fly in the modern sky. I may be sitting stupid, a flower petal will not come running at me, the wreath is a far cry.

It is a learning piece for those who believes in nature and her gracious gives.