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Birthday special: 5 poems of Chandrila Tripathi, that world is not just for spending

Professor Chandrakal Tripathi is a successful poet of woman's mind, woman's life, woman's dreams, dreams of a woman and the aspirations of a woman, she also goes around society, culture, history, civilization and relationships in the sphere of her poems. Read on his birthday on the aajtak, his selected poems:

Professor Chandrakal Tripathi is a successful poet of woman's mind, woman's life, woman's dreams, dreams of a woman and the aspirations of a woman, she also goes around society, culture, history, civilization and relationships in the sphere of her poems. Why only the woman, the human mind and the creation of 'the ultimate' in the form of an individual is their goal. Today, on his birthday, read on the Aaj Tak, his selected poems:

1.

Compassion

It was Buddha's earned

It's been a matter of great emotions on empires

Empire seekers

It's hard on compassion

They think

They come to capture

Just like saying

Is great

Buddha

Had faced the cruelty in Fatah

Never destroyed, this Amartya

Like a fountain

Make somebody in the heart

Pulling big streak

Under the feet of deception

His pulling force

Not one

Many have joined many voices that many times

Pain Somewhere Tailed Pala Palo Birds

River sky

Take him into the liver

Be the thirst for everyone

Today or tomorrow

If not for you

Everything will be beautiful

That world

Only

Do not have to spend

2.

Infinite

Walk on the road to get into the river of light and

We felt that they did not go astray

Looks like we all know

About the rise and the setting

Like it's just time

The world does not take just one change, not just the date changes

а lot

Is inward

As it is done, the fetus is made of vein vein.

Likewise

time

New time has happened before

Seemingly spellbound

Would not spontaneously

3.

green colour

Not just green

Life in her veins

Breath saves breath -

In one color

Manifold

In his ass

Are the future movements

He knows old and old handle in new

Life is wrecked

Gram flour

Saves breath and bustle

Is it a minor matter

4.

Mother thought

Reading poems is my work

It is futile to sit by taking books and move on in some other time.

He always worked a lot and remembered his stories

Remembering all the work more than God repeatedly

Remembering the compulsions of the workers

Daily Daily Cleansing

Washing

Smell of salt

Dreams of finding lost items in sleep

Patience to remember those who forget

Pain in handling this need

Tired of so much why the work is never tired

Emotionalism was released because of a lot of dust

A lot of steam and

Work left

He could not leave

Her steam lentils

This hot rotis and the way for it too

In a small cot, he even slept

Aah khan aukhaani

When he slept, he slept on his last sleep

It was very crying but relief was how it was for that

Now at least

There is comfort

What about all the stressful life

She waited for this last sleep

5.

In the next birth, whether these leaves make a dew

If you want to bear fruit also

A little fragrance

Rustic drying is only Haryana

At least they are all in their colors

Life is perfect only

Remember that if the next birth is