Ignites the dark forest of melancholy
With a flame of ecstasy
And a warmth of kissing lips.
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ପହିଲି ଉଷା ର ରଙ୍ଗେ ରଙ୍ଗେ ପ୍ରିୟ
କସ୍ତୁରୀ ମୃଗ ର ବାସ ରେ ବାସ ରେମୋ ହୃଦୟ ମହ ମହଜଣେ ଆଙ୍କୁଥାଏ ଅୟମାରମ୍ଭ ଏନିଶ୍ଚିତ ଅନ୍ତ ଟିର,ଆର ତୁଳୀ ଆଙ୍କେ ଅନ୍ତିମ ଚରଣଚିରନ୍ତନ ଆରମ୍ଭ ର ।।This is a translation of the poemPassing TimebyMaya Angelou
The broken brow of the night
You sway in a silver time boat.
I want not
High, great, yet alien-that never bears a land or tree,that never backs an undergrowthof plants and shrubs for free,where birds of Earth,the lovers of height,the lovers of the sky high,the blue seekers of horizons,don’t sit on itdo not dwell there.Rather I would love to be a treeBanyan or Mango or an Oak,for folks to gather…
Ever since I remember
lessons at home,lessons at school,lessons in temple,lessons in playground,wherever I love to live free.Why have they been so doing?Are they working on something,a project privately undertakenor an agenda socially knitted? ?Why do they do so?Need someone tell methat I am a human being?That I have a mind to thinkand a heart to follow?Don’t they knowafter…
Again you came
Intimate desires and passionsNodded to my urgesAffirmed to my longings within.A path into the unknownLonely, yet crowded with memoriesInvisible, still akin to my heartNostalgic, but yet to rediscoverablazewith thy holy presence.Anticipated earlier althoughLove for the untouched wouldIndulge my whole essence in, andNever would my soul, invoke thisAntimatter for the universe I dwell.All that I had…
ବୟସ ର ଅପରାହ୍ନେ
ଧୂଆଁଳିଆସମୟ ଚାଦର ତଳେକେହି ଅବାଧୀରେ ଛୁଇଁଯାଏ –ବାହାରେ ବରଷା ତାରଅବିରତ ରିମ୍ ଝିମ୍ ସୁରେମିଳନ ର ରାଗ ଗାଉଥାଏ ।।