Han, aame ethi tinijana,

Words, I am lucky.

ଡହକବିକଳ ହୋଇଯାଉଛି ଆତ୍ମା ।ସ୍ଵାଗତ କରିବାକୁ ଅଛି କିଏ?ସତ – ଡହ ଡହ ନିଆଁ,ସତ – ପିନ୍ ପିନ୍ ଖଣ୍ଡାଧାର,ଆଉ ଆମେ ତା ଉପରେ ସବାର ।ଯେମିତି ହେଉ, ଗୋଡ କାଢିସାରିଛେ ଯେବେ,ଯିବାକୁ ଇ ହେବ ଆଗକୁ ଆତ୍ମାର ଆଲୁଅରେ ।ଆଉ ଆଲୁଅ ଆମେ ନିଜେ, ନିଜକୁନିଜଠୁ ମୁକୁଳାଇ ଆମକୁ କହିବାକୁ ହେବଆମେ କେତେ ଠିକ୍ ଆଉ କେତେ ମାତ୍ରାରେପ୍ରତିଶ୍ରୁତିବଦ୍ଧ ଏଠାରେ ଆଉ ଆମ ପ୍ରସ୍ତୁତ କେତେନେବାକୁ ସମସ୍ତଙ୍କୁ ସାଥୀରେ ।

The Christmas treeOn the rough road.All mysteries nowAnd we have to liveHere anyhow but forReason nothing seeTo say more, though.All to sufferIn this cold.And all to get readyTo sign againJust at midnight.

ଜେନ୍ତା ବୁଝୁଛ ବୁଝନେଇଁ ବୁଝଲେ ଭିକାଣା ହଉଛେ କେନକାହାକେ ଜନା କହ!ଜେନ୍ତା ଜାନଲ ଜାନଜାନଲ ଜେନଟା ଜେନ୍ତାହେଟା ହେଇଛେ ହେନ୍ତାବୁଝିଥାରେ ବଲ ମନ।ମନର ଠାନେ ଜିବନଜଉଛେ ଆରୁ ଅଉଛେକନଠାନୁ କେନଠାନକେଖୁଜୁ ଖୁଜୁ ହଜୁଛେ।ତପୋବନ, ଟିଟିଲାଗଡ, ବଲାଙ୍ଗିର08/02/2020

ସତରେ ସହଜ ନୁହଁ!In English;If one wishes he can read scriptures,But it is truly not easy to readThe sorrows and pain of others.

And no one is thereTo obstruct the time.I am sure, dear,Time is not the demon.The time is notThe God either.In between, we play.I between, we love.In between, we live,On our own way.

AndMy poetryIn life –Not the same.Yet, I goWith bothFromThe very morningTo the late night.I seeEasy declining,I feel alsoEasy rising.Come on with me,Dear men,And releaseYour pressure.Let me measureYour growthHere on this earth,Full of poetry.Write your ownAnd enjoy life.

Related to acts of God.And here we are allTo listen to your call.

Not the same.But everythingAnd everyoneHas the origin,Though, I can’t sayAbout the originality.I have alsoNo informationThat is completeAnd full.Though, I amNeither in dark,Nor a fool.Never mischievous,I am, I am sure.And alsoNever envious.I have my own light,And it is thereTo enlighten others.I need no time,I know, the conceptOf time is not thereFrom the very beginning.I am no…

Change of life itself.Pre-truth, post-truth,I habit for you.For youI discard fake news.No confusion, please,But stay there where you areFor the very real-time.Time is really far-reaching,Fall short time.And time is life itself,With the fear of the self.

Pots of poison.I said to myself,Mistake not this poisonTo be nectar, my dear.Morose, no happiness.No way, no place,I find hereFor my purpose.I find nothing isSuitable for me.The waves here,Not good for anyone,I know and I realize.Still, I wanderWith all like a machine.Let me confront with the truth,That is there in me.I fear, no one else,But…

No one else.The cause of all,Birth and deathIs the time.Time willing,Nothing impossible.