the chirping birds
from the far away forest,
opposite to
the river bank alarmed her-
She was getting late.
Instantly she rose
and then took
a morning bath
in the dews of
the last night.
It made her feel
fresh and fine.,
from the core
of her heart deep petals
she sprayed on her
a mild and exotic aroma
that had started
emanating since
a few days ago-
as his thoughts had
started to thrill her
She was now aware
that He is arriving
this morning.
ହେଲେ, ରାତି ରାସ୍ତାତକ ଅନ୍ଧାରିଆ ଥାଏ ।ସେମିତି ପ୍ରିୟା ର ଘରେପ୍ରିୟା ଥାଏ, ପାଖ ଘରେ,କଥା ଟିକେ ହେବା ଲାଗି ଡର ଲାଗୁଥାଏ ।।ଜୀବନରେ ଏମିତିକାଚାଲିବା ରେ ଏକା ଏକାଯେତିକି ପାରିଲା ପଣ ଲୋଡା ଆମ ପାଇଁ –ସେତିକି ଦମ୍ଭ ମୋ’ ଠାରେତୁମକୁ ପାଇଲା ପରେପାଇଗଲି ଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ ପରମାୟୁ ପାଇଁ ।।
No compromise on this Day.
Unnamed light floods the world.
ସେଇ ଏକା ଗୋଟିଏ ରାସ୍ତାରେ,ସେଇ ଏକା ନିଃସଙ୍ଗ ଓ ଶୂନ ଶାନତୁମ ଥିବା ସତ୍ତ୍ବେତୁମେ ନ ଥିବା ର ବାର୍ତ୍ତା ଦେଉଥିବାଗୋଡ଼ି, ମାଟି, କଳା ପିଚୁ ରାସ୍ତା –ତମ ଘର ଆଗ ଗଛ ସବୁନିଛାଟିଆ ପୋଖରୀ ର ତୁଠସବୁ ସବୁ ଛାଡ଼ି ଚାଲି ଆସୁଥିବାହାଟ, ବାଟ, ଛକ ଓ ଦୋକାନ –ଠାର ରେ ଜଣାଉଥିଲେସତେ ଅବା ତୁମ ତରଫରୁଟିକି ଶିଶୁ ହାତ ର ବିଦାୟ! !
For whom…?For those whoDecorated itOr themWho tried to disfigure itOver and again?For them who createddifferent formsof art and cultureOr for those narrow lanesOn the pathof light and delightwho devised weapons,wars and evil trades? ?
Of green leavesFor the tired Traveller.Comforting.
