No way left to retreat.
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You were the Buddha-of-Physics
A rare breedof intellect.
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ଫଗୁଣ ର ରଙ୍ଗ ଥିଲା,କୁଆଁରୀ ଆଖି ରପାହାନ୍ତି ସପନକାନେ କାନେ କହୁଥିଲା-ଶ୍ରାବଣୀ ସନ୍ଧ୍ୟା ରଅଭିଆଡି ଛୁଆଁବେକ ମୂଳ ଜାଳୁଥିଲା-ଆଜି ନାହଁ ତମେମୋ ବାହୁ ର ଡୋରେଖାଲି ଖାଲି ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ।।
I want not
that never touches the landthat never bathesthe dirt and dustof the tiny landscapeborn out of her,brought up along with,craves to be with her.I want to bejust a pool to caterto the needs ofmy neighbours aroundpeople, plants or animalsbirds or ants,fishes or snakesEveryone therewho does gather.
The first walk is fulfilling
The Sun of parenthood dawns.
Your job is to carry
No choice left, dear spoon.
ଆପଣାର ମଣି
ମାଟି ପାଣି ପବନରେ-ପ୍ରେମର ଅଲିଭାରଙ୍ଗ ଭରିଥିଲଲୁଚି ଗଲ ଗୋପନରେ! !