The slippers of the mortal Earth, now touched the chest of the Moon. Oh, it is shameful that the misery of hunger… — Manmohan Acharya Copy Share Image
O! Lover, Enjoyment on the soft body of a lotus is always risky and inconsistent because its route is always surrounded by thorns. — Manmohan Acharya Copy Share Image
The poetry is the Earth, charming; The river, flowing from lofty mountains; Nature, a young woman and a heavenly plant with blossoming flowers, slinking… — Manmohan Acharya Copy Share Image
The ultimate source of energy, the sun is ready to set. The leaves of the blooming lotus flower in the pond are losing their… — Manmohan Acharya Copy Share Image
No doubt, the poetry, overjoyed by swallowing the beverage of passionate thoughts, delights the mind. But she does not realize the sorrows and troubles… — Manmohan Acharya Copy Share Image
The wheel of Time wrote the first half of the poetry of mass destruction on the black board of the ashes of a funeral… — Manmohan Acharya Copy Share Image
The slippers of the mortal Earth, now touched the chest of the Moon. Oh, it is shameful that the misery of hunger is still… — Manmohan Acharya Copy Share Image
