Tagore's works in India, two modern poems, my paper rose

toy

Relaxed spring

The pendulum stopped.

More and more weak

Can't make a sound

The loneliness of running out of oil and lamps

Glass window closed

Follow the flame to the eternal core

Cool down.

Broken lamp

The Liusha River flooded the ferry.

Bell fatigue

Gold walks on the road.

shine

Yesterday's dark clouds appeared

This city is as cold as icehouse.

The rotting corpse didn't stop breathing.

Smoked the fragrant absinthe to death.

The toy didn't speak.

You hold it tighter.

Speed is used in every tin box.

Measure the meaning of survival

Sell mediocre shops

The world is as full as silicone.

At the crossroads, zebras gallop.

I only learned to be busy.

Like a mud cow disappearing into the sea-gone forever.

Will a shell send a message?

July is the day to say goodbye.

The iron gate is knocking.

The shadow of the suitcase is oblique.