The poetry is the Earth, charming; The river, flowing from lofty mountains; Nature, a young woman and a heavenly plant with blossoming flowers, slinking in the garden of the mind. — 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 continuing as it was in the past. — 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
