You can find me
With music
Created by you.
You have to
Bear the truth.
And it is for all good.
This body we have
You can call it
A museum.
Let us hear
The sound of this body
And absorb in it.
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In hysterics.I knowI am connectedTo you.And connection isIn wide variety.We both are hereAnd our position-Higher than normal.I believeAll the hypeAll hymn.
Wrong – everything,
Wrong – conception,Wrong – direction.No liberation,Each one is inDangerous position.No understanding,No realization.All are uselessAnd misdirected.Truth is far ahead,No happiness, some say,Though, eternally situated.
Dekha, Neerabata
Aau mu sakhi hisabreSajaag.In Odia script or Brahmi lipi;ଦେଖ, ନୀରବତାକହୁଛି କଥା, ଆଉମୁଁ ସାକ୍ଷୀ ହିସାବରେସଜାଗ ।This is a translation of the poemSee, The SilentbyGajanan Mishra
ଆସି ନାଇଁ ଅକାରଣରେ,
ଆସି ନାଇଁ ରହିବାକୁ।ଆସିଛି ରାଜମିସ୍ତ୍ରୀନୂଆ ଘର ଗଢିବାକୁ,ଅଧାଗଢା ଘରେଯାଇଛି ରହି ମୁଁ।ଘର ଭିତରେହ୍ରଦ ସମୁଦ୍ରଆଉ ତା ଭିତରେମୁଁ ଇ ପବିତ୍ର।ଆସି ଯାଇ ପଳେଇବ ମେଘଦେଖିବାକୁ ରହିଛିମୁଁ ଇ।
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ନାଇଁ ମୋଠିତନ୍ତ୍ର ମନ୍ତ୍ର।କବିତାର ଭାବରେଯାଉ ଯାଉ ମୁଁଏଇଠି ସ୍ୱତନ୍ତ୍ର।ଅକ୍ଷର ଶବ୍ଦ ସବୁକୁମୁଣ୍ଡେଇ ମୁଁ ମୋରଆରମ୍ଭ କରେଁ ଯାତ୍ରା।ଆଉ ଏ ଯାତ୍ରାରନ ଥାଏ ଶେଷ କୋଉଠି।ମୁଁ ଏଠିଆଉ ମୋଠି ସବୁ କିଛି।
I know small is beautiful
I want to be a small man,I want to touch all in them.My light is smallBut it is high.I want to stay at the bottomWith my earth-lamp.My life is my globe,I know and I want allTo come to me and seeHow I am happyWith all smallness,That are not to diminish.