1. প্রচ্ছদ
2. সাহিত্য

MORNING DREAM OF MINE !

If I steal some light from the blazing sun
Or melody from the whistling wind
If I steal some hues from the rainbow 
Or some blessings from the shrines
That won't fill the emptiness of yours
Rather the world 'll treat me strangely
May God stand by you all the time 
Sans you I'm lonely in my journey of life
My yard all dull and monsoon dried up
For you're true morning dream of mine.

©®Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai@India.