She is like the setting Sun
In the afternoon..
A few moments left
To scatter away
The remaining brightness
Of her womanhood..
Into the valley of darkness,
Into the Zone of nothingness
Into the arena where
Dreams seldom kiss the eyes
Into the arena where
Rains of desire
Seldom fills the heart,
Into the arena where
Rainbows of hope
Seldom crown the cloud.
Except for the Death
Everyone hugs her
Like hailstones from above.
ମୋ ମନ କୁ କରୁଛି ଚଞ୍ଚଳଆଜି ସବୁ ପ୍ରିୟ ମୁହଁ ଥିଲାଚାରି ଆଡେ ହସ ଖୁସୀହେଲେ ମନ ଅଥୟ, ଉତ୍ତାଳ….ରାତି ପାହିବାକୁ ଅଛି ଡେରିତୁମ କଥା ମନେ ପଡିଭାଙ୍ଗି ଯାଏ ନିଦ ବାର ବାର-କବର କୁ ଯିବି ଯେତେବେଳେଯଦି ତମେ ମନେ ପଡକାଳ ନିଦ ଭାଙ୍ଗିବ କେ ମୋର?
ଭାରି ଭାରି ଲାଗୁଥିବା, ନିଃସଙ୍ଗତାମୟରାତି ର ଅନ୍ଧାରେ, ତମେ ମୋରନୀଳ ଜହ୍ନ, ଜୋଛନାଫଲ୍ଗୁ ରେ ।।ସାରା ଉପତ୍ୟକା ମୋର ଆତ୍ମା ର ଇଲାକା-ହୁତୁ ହୁତୁ ଜଳୁଥାଏ ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେ ।।
ଦେଖିନେବା ପାଇଁ,ସେତିକି ବ୍ୟଗ୍ରତା ରହିଥିବଯଦି କେବେ ତୁମ ଇଚ୍ଛା ହୁଏଦୂରେ ଯିବା ପାଇଁ ।।ତମେ ଯଦି ଖାଲି ଥରେ କୁହଆସନାହିଁ, ଆଉ ମୋତେ ବିବ୍ରତ କରନି,ମୋତେ ଛୁଅଁ ନାହିଁରାଣ ଖାଇ କହୁଛି ମୋ ପ୍ରିୟା-ସେ ଦିନ ଠୁ, ଆଉ କେବେ ଏଇ ପୋଡାମୁହଁଦେଖାଇବି ନାହିଁ ।।
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.
A fireOf angerIn a defeated leader,Of hungerIn a shrewd pleader,Of hatredIn a inhuman rapist,Of betrayalIn an IS terrorist,Of passionIn a bird watcher,Of desireIn a sensual lover.Why do these eyes beamSo different each time,With this fire?
In the dire darkness,He is the oneWho is busy-Building up a worldOf light and delight,Pondering over the dreamsThat might bring laughterIn million lives,Smile in billion lipsFor the ones in the Neighborhood.He is the architectOf unborn dreams andDesires yet to conceive.HeIs the poetBefore the recognition ofThe Society and fameAdorns him, heAlready is a poet.For a poet…
