Speechlessly, deaf at the
Song of the skylark
Carried there
By the cool autumn breeze
Over the lofty mountains.
With the mask of
A nighty bird
Singing to
Its own echoing self,
With the breath of
The immobile animal face
Growing stiff with blueness
With the enormous
Muteness of stone,
The pale reflection
Of the fallen angel from
The western sky
Disappeared into the
Otherness of the other.
And I was back
Into me.
Impoverished by selfish laws of the land.
Alphabets of politicsAnd politicians pave the wayAnd facilitates.And whatever you plan to do, evenAvenge in a wayAt the cost ofanything or anyone who comesacross your way.And never forget toask someonein publicaloud and alluringabout the mishapand distress he went throughafter it’s over and gone.Alphabets of politicsAnd politicians pave the wayAnd facilitates.
ମୋ ଓଠ ଶବ୍ଦରେ?କେବେ ତମେ ବଡ଼ ହୋଇଯିବ? ?ନ ପଚାରି, ମନ କଥାସିଧା ସିଧାବୁଝି ନେଇଯିବ,ଆଉ କେବେ ପୁଣି‘କାହାକୁ ରାଗିଥିଲ କି ‘ ବୋଲିପଚାରିବ ନାହିଁ,ମନ ବୁଝି କାମ କରିଯିବ? ?
Sandwiched between pains and pleasures.
And try to win it.
Written on lipsBlue with life’s waitingReuniting.
