Vanathy jayaraman (34 Ergebnisse)

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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - In my life, there have been many youthful springs, autumns, periods of driving, and times of pre-winter and post-winter. However, the days when I sat in the classroom as a student, learning in front of teachers, and the days when I stood as a teacher, imparting knowledge to students, are the true spring seasons that have come and gone in my life.…

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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Sublime one, you are the sky; the nest as well, You are the haven where the deepest love dwells Every moment, in varied hues, sounds and scents, Your love envelopes my heart from all sides! From where you are, golden platter in its hand, Dawn brings with it the most exquisite garland And places it in silence on earth's forehead; Evening descends softly on herd-less fields then. Through trackless paths in golden water spouts From western seas comes the most soothing rain. It's where you reside that our soul takes flight Infinite is the span there and perfect the light. No night or day exists there; nor any other being No colors or smells there; no words nor meaning.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.And yellow leaves f autumn, which has no songs, flutter and fall there - 1Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart. - 54. …

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream. In big block letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live.I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am.I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night.I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds setting their white bulging sails. I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down the air to race with my boats!When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading is their baskets full of dreams.…

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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her, 'Maiden, where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle My house is all dark and lonesome - lend me your light!'. She raised her dark eyes for a moment and looked at my face through the dusk. 'I have come to the river', she said, 'to float my lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west'. I stood alone in the tall grasses and watched the timid flame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide. In the silence of gathering night I asked her, 'Maiden, your lights are all lit-then where do you with your lamp My house is all dark and lonesome - lend me your light'. She raised her dark eyes on my face and stood for a moment doubtful. 'I have come' she said atlast, 'to dedicate my lamp to the sky'. I stood and watched her light uselessly burning in the void. In the moonless gloom of midnight I asked her, 'Maiden, what is your quest, holding the lamp near your heart My house is all dark and lonesome - lend me your light'. She stopped for a minute and thought and gazed my face in the dark. 'I have brought my light', she said, 'to join the carnival of lamps'. I stood and watched her little lamp uselessly lost among lights'. …