No use of detailed knowledge,
That I know.
But who am I?
Am I the son of somebody else?
And who is that?
The world manifests
For what?
No answer.
They are all eager
To enjoy sense gratification.
But no truth and
Nothing to do, helpless all.
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Here everyone
Lives and dies.Am I tellingA lies?Night and daysWe studied. ButNothing we foundSo-called peace.
So sad
All failure dealNo time to kill.Oh, yes,Great is not great.All aboutVitality andInnovation.Chart – all newBut get startAfresh and new.Loved and touchedBut mock notEach one is unhappyAnd with their ownTragic fate.
We are all here
Related to acts of God.And here we are allTo listen to your call.
କବିତା ପରେ ପରେ ବ୍ୟାପୀ ଗଲା
ନାଡିଗ୍ରନ୍ଥିରେ ଜୀବନରେ ଜୀବନରେ।କବିତା କହିଲା କଳା କିଏ ଧଳା କିଏ ହଳଦିଆ କିଏ।କବିତା ଶୁଣିଲା ଝଡୁଥିବା ପତ୍ରର କାନ୍ଦ ଆଉ ହସ ବି ଏକାସାଙ୍ଗରେ।କବିତା ଆତ୍ମସ୍ଥ ହେଲା ଆଉ କହିଲା ବାହାର ଦୁନିଆଁ କଥାଯେତେବେଳେ କେତେକ କହିଲେ ଆରେ ହେଃ,ବହବ ବଢିଗଲାଣି ମାର ଶଳାକୁ, ମାର, ମାର। ୟେ କବି!କଣ ଏଣୁତେଣୁ ଗାରେଇ ଦିଅ ବୋଲାଅ କବି!କବିତାରେଯେ ଅଛି ଏତେ ସତ୍ୟ ଏତେ ପ୍ରେମ ଏତେ ଏତେ ବିଶ୍ୱ!ମିଛକୁ ଅନ୍ଧାରକୁ କାଟିବାର ଏତେ ଶକ୍ତି!ଜାଣିବ କିଏ ନିଜେ…
And what is it?
In a circle?Make your design dearAnd make yourself clear.Measure the length of the radiusHere a good drawing of the circleNecessary highly.
My stand is on the truth,
I am the truth.I know nothing but the truth,I am eligible for the truth,The truth is also there in you.We both are truth, my dear,And we are no way different from the truth.Truth is here, truth is there,The truth is all good and all fair.The sun is rising daily for truth,The moon is giving coolness…