StoryHive 07

 Morning in my village It's morning in my village. In the smell of the Gangshiuli of the Ajaghar Bagena, in the bell tower of the uncle's Gotheswar temple In the morning of my grandfather, in calling my mother for water In the smell of my grandfather's dung dripping into the water In the smell of my brother's sleeping bag, in the smell of the flowers ripening in the acacia tree I n the smell of the flowers Twenty or thirty kilograms of gold, coming from the cow's head, In my village, it is morning (lazy), and my father pours a bucket of water on me. Morning in my village

 Morning in my village It's morning in my village. In the smell of the Gangshiuli of the Ajaghar Bagena, in the bell tower of the uncle's Gotheswar temple In the morning of my grandfather, in calling my mother for water In the smell of my grandfather's dung dripping into the water In the smell of my brother's sleeping bag, in the smell of the flowers ripening in the acacia tree I n the smell of the flowers Twenty or thirty kilograms of gold, coming from the cow's head, In my village, it is morning (lazy), and my father pours a bucket of water on me. Morning in my village

 Morning in my village It's morning in my village. In the smell of the Gangshiuli of the Ajaghar Bagena, in the bell tower of the uncle's Gotheswar temple In the morning of my grandfather, in calling my mother for water In the smell of my grandfather's dung dripping into the water In the smell of my brother's sleeping bag, in the smell of the flowers ripening in the acacia tree I n the smell of the flowers Twenty or thirty kilograms of gold, coming from the cow's head, In my village, it is morning (lazy), and my father pours a bucket of water on me. Morning in my village

  Drizzling rain short poem on rainy season  We are useless to cultivate rain Goes to the bill Chasha son Kalusha I was thunderstruck He seems sick Alas , labor is useless without a ploughshare Once a year the harvest of its grain is looked for D rizzling rain  short poem on rainy season  B astani put the book on his head G adisha goes to school S hoes, sandals are not on the feet Walking on a muddy road, he doesn't care about the rain or the storm It has to be made by the honey barista The frog, Benguli, put his hand on Kat's ear When evening falls on the cow's trunk, the head is washed in the water After having given the big lust to the mind I am kind  hearted scholar, spent my life serving my father and mother, waiting for the light of a lamp, not oil, but a lamp, knowing that if I studied hard, I would become a great man  short poem on rainy season 

  Drizzling rain short poem on rainy season  We are useless to cultivate rain Goes to the bill Chasha son Kalusha I was thunderstruck He seems sick Alas , labor is useless without a ploughshare Once a year the harvest of its grain is looked for D rizzling rain  short poem on rainy season  B astani put the book on his head G adisha goes to school S hoes, sandals are not on the feet Walking on a muddy road, he doesn't care about the rain or the storm It has to be made by the honey barista The frog, Benguli, put his hand on Kat's ear When evening falls on the cow's trunk, the head is washed in the water After having given the big lust to the mind I am kind  hearted scholar, spent my life serving my father and mother, waiting for the light of a lamp, not oil, but a lamp, knowing that if I studied hard, I would become a great man  short poem on rainy season 

  Drizzling rain short poem on rainy season  We are useless to cultivate rain Goes to the bill Chasha son Kalusha I was thunderstruck He seems sick Alas , labor is useless without a ploughshare Once a year the harvest of its grain is looked for D rizzling rain  short poem on rainy season  B astani put the book on his head G adisha goes to school S hoes, sandals are not on the feet Walking on a muddy road, he doesn't care about the rain or the storm It has to be made by the honey barista The frog, Benguli, put his hand on Kat's ear When evening falls on the cow's trunk, the head is washed in the water After having given the big lust to the mind I am kind  hearted scholar, spent my life serving my father and mother, waiting for the light of a lamp, not oil, but a lamp, knowing that if I studied hard, I would become a great man  short poem on rainy season 

  Heartache and Tears Heartache and Tears A Deep Form of an Experience This article based on love failure and heartache speaks of a deep experience that touches the heart. It is an integral part of real life. Some tears are shed but the heartache never finds complete peace. Sometimes the desire in the heart comes out in the form of tears in the eyes. The heart cannot stop the additional pain. The eyes get wet with tears and the lips dry up. Sometimes the words stop but the heart wants to say sorry. Heartache and Tears The efforts made in life for 25 years failed and the dream ate the rhythm. Sometimes the mind thinks, who is giving me what I wanted today I could not say it but tears say a lot. If a person was in my mind, for whom I lost everything, he has become a follower of self-interest today. Relationship means complete trust but today they mean nothing. When tears are drunk, the mind becomes silent, the lips scream and leave a mark. Time teaches us that for whom you are sa...

  Heartache and Tears Heartache and Tears A Deep Form of an Experience This article based on love failure and heartache speaks of a deep experience that touches the heart. It is an integral part of real life. Some tears are shed but the heartache never finds complete peace. Sometimes the desire in the heart comes out in the form of tears in the eyes. The heart cannot stop the additional pain. The eyes get wet with tears and the lips dry up. Sometimes the words stop but the heart wants to say sorry. Heartache and Tears The efforts made in life for 25 years failed and the dream ate the rhythm. Sometimes the mind thinks, who is giving me what I wanted today I could not say it but tears say a lot. If a person was in my mind, for whom I lost everything, he has become a follower of self-interest today. Relationship means complete trust but today they mean nothing. When tears are drunk, the mind becomes silent, the lips scream and leave a mark. Time teaches us that for whom you are sa...

  Heartache and Tears Heartache and Tears A Deep Form of an Experience This article based on love failure and heartache speaks of a deep experience that touches the heart. It is an integral part of real life. Some tears are shed but the heartache never finds complete peace. Sometimes the desire in the heart comes out in the form of tears in the eyes. The heart cannot stop the additional pain. The eyes get wet with tears and the lips dry up. Sometimes the words stop but the heart wants to say sorry. Heartache and Tears The efforts made in life for 25 years failed and the dream ate the rhythm. Sometimes the mind thinks, who is giving me what I wanted today I could not say it but tears say a lot. If a person was in my mind, for whom I lost everything, he has become a follower of self-interest today. Relationship means complete trust but today they mean nothing. When tears are drunk, the mind becomes silent, the lips scream and leave a mark. Time teaches us that for whom you are sa...

 Mother's daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni's words mother's daughter meaning definition Those days are gone Your attention is on chicken, biryani these days We are old black margaritas Our mind is dry with Elishi Whatever you give, It is in the mouth of the dabu gohari When I was old, I did not get food Now , yes, yes, it is clean with children I remember the words of the daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni Get married at the age of 15 After eating, I sighed deeply Nana thought that I was not a daughter Nalita Bida Remove the burden from your head and work day and night at the mother-in-law's house Who cares about our food The rain water is pouring down, the rice is hot, the rice is going to the stove We are burning our stomachs for the stove We bring water from two koshas, ​​the rice is standing near the stove mother's daughter meaning definition Cow dung piled up on the floor, father-in-law and six children were sleeping on the bed at night. Something about the house s...

 Mother's daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni's words mother's daughter meaning definition Those days are gone Your attention is on chicken, biryani these days We are old black margaritas Our mind is dry with Elishi Whatever you give, It is in the mouth of the dabu gohari When I was old, I did not get food Now , yes, yes, it is clean with children I remember the words of the daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni Get married at the age of 15 After eating, I sighed deeply Nana thought that I was not a daughter Nalita Bida Remove the burden from your head and work day and night at the mother-in-law's house Who cares about our food The rain water is pouring down, the rice is hot, the rice is going to the stove We are burning our stomachs for the stove We bring water from two koshas, ​​the rice is standing near the stove mother's daughter meaning definition Cow dung piled up on the floor, father-in-law and six children were sleeping on the bed at night. Something about the house s...

 Mother's daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni's words mother's daughter meaning definition Those days are gone Your attention is on chicken, biryani these days We are old black margaritas Our mind is dry with Elishi Whatever you give, It is in the mouth of the dabu gohari When I was old, I did not get food Now , yes, yes, it is clean with children I remember the words of the daughter-in-law, Bhuvasuni Get married at the age of 15 After eating, I sighed deeply Nana thought that I was not a daughter Nalita Bida Remove the burden from your head and work day and night at the mother-in-law's house Who cares about our food The rain water is pouring down, the rice is hot, the rice is going to the stove We are burning our stomachs for the stove We bring water from two koshas, ​​the rice is standing near the stove mother's daughter meaning definition Cow dung piled up on the floor, father-in-law and six children were sleeping on the bed at night. Something about the house s...

I remember my childhood my childhood question answer T he gentle breeze of the river The morning dreams I saw in my sleep The vermilion sun The sound of my uncle's house The hot summer sun, the amber rain, the copper rain The rainy day's breeze E ating a little bit of rice to go to school T he winter's kanji torani T he heavy rain of Shravan P utting a little rice on my head T he dirt T he bag I didn't have with me Holding a sack in my hand Eating garbage on the muddy road R unning to school The sound of the ting, ting at four o'clock It gives me the feeling of vacation The heartache of the unforgettable writings is not forgotten The dark courtyard The sleep of the mouse The cold of Gantaghar, the companion of rain. You protect me like a mother, even when the cotton is on the stove, you were always with me, I was also changed by you. Who took away the bronze of that time? The wheel of time is turning, the hour is turning, the minute is turning, I am looking...

I remember my childhood my childhood question answer T he gentle breeze of the river The morning dreams I saw in my sleep The vermilion sun The sound of my uncle's house The hot summer sun, the amber rain, the copper rain The rainy day's breeze E ating a little bit of rice to go to school T he winter's kanji torani T he heavy rain of Shravan P utting a little rice on my head T he dirt T he bag I didn't have with me Holding a sack in my hand Eating garbage on the muddy road R unning to school The sound of the ting, ting at four o'clock It gives me the feeling of vacation The heartache of the unforgettable writings is not forgotten The dark courtyard The sleep of the mouse The cold of Gantaghar, the companion of rain. You protect me like a mother, even when the cotton is on the stove, you were always with me, I was also changed by you. Who took away the bronze of that time? The wheel of time is turning, the hour is turning, the minute is turning, I am looking...

I remember my childhood my childhood question answer T he gentle breeze of the river The morning dreams I saw in my sleep The vermilion sun The sound of my uncle's house The hot summer sun, the amber rain, the copper rain The rainy day's breeze E ating a little bit of rice to go to school T he winter's kanji torani T he heavy rain of Shravan P utting a little rice on my head T he dirt T he bag I didn't have with me Holding a sack in my hand Eating garbage on the muddy road R unning to school The sound of the ting, ting at four o'clock It gives me the feeling of vacation The heartache of the unforgettable writings is not forgotten The dark courtyard The sleep of the mouse The cold of Gantaghar, the companion of rain. You protect me like a mother, even when the cotton is on the stove, you were always with me, I was also changed by you. Who took away the bronze of that time? The wheel of time is turning, the hour is turning, the minute is turning, I am looking...