That would never cure them.
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So many masters a day.And last but not the leastare the staff and coworkerswho come hereto earn their breadand butter and pleasureWho speakmore than they knowand listenless than they shouldthose who never teachbut preach ever,play tricks with their future,those who dictate the studentsthe pages of the text booksword by wordin the name of educators.I have…
ତୁମେ ଯେବେ ଥାଅ ଦୂରେ ଦୂରେ
ମାଟି, ପାଣି, ପବନ ରେନୀଳ ନୀଳ ସାଗରେ ବାଆକାଶ ର ଅନ୍ତ ହୀନନୀଳ ଆକାଙ୍ଂକ୍ଷା ରେଅବା ଏଇ ସମୟ ରଏ ପାରେ, ସେ ପାରେ –ତୁମକୁ ମୁଁ ଭୂଲିବା ରପୂର୍ବ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେ ।ତୁମେ ଆସଆଉ ଥରେ ପୂନର୍ଜନ୍ମ ନେଇ,ପୁନ8ପୁନ8 ଜାଳିମୋର ମଶାଣି ରେମୋ ଦେହ ର ସବୁ ଯାକଅଧାଲେଖା ଗୀତି,ମୋ ମନ ର ଅବଶିଷ୍ଟଅଧା ଲେଖା ସ୍ମୃତି,ଆଉ ଥରେ ମୋ ଭିତରେବାର ବାର ଆତ୍ମା ରେ ଆତ୍ମା ରେ ।।
You dipped
In the river of tearsWhich You had beenFostering with loveTill date.Till yesterdayIt was crowdedWith dense darkness,With bright sunshine,With peopleLoving and caring,With kiths and kinsHugging and embracing,The wind wasPregnant with fragrance-Fresh and fine,The sky was bleedingBlood red with dreams-Nascent brewn, shiningThe heart wasLosing a beatNow and then.
Heart inside a pretty box
Moons keep waxing and waning.
All my boyish dreams
With your silent whisperIn my earIn those days of youthBore fruit-It helped me shapeA man in my own image,In me.
ଦୁଇଟି ତାହାର ଠଣା-
ଦୁ8ଶାସନ ସାଜି ଦ୍ରୌପଦୀ କଲ୍ୟାଣ,କରିବ କେମିତି ଭାବେ ରାତି ଦିନ-ପରିବାର ପଛ କରି!ଆରଟି ତା ପାଇଁ ଚାଟୁକାର ମେଳ,ପାରିଷଦ ସାଥେ ମଦ ମାଂସ ଝୋଳ,ନଗ୍ନ ନାରୀ ଦେହ ଚିତ୍ରଣ ରେ ଭୋଳ-ଜ୍ଞାନ ର ସେ ଆଲମାରୀ! !