Let me share
And connect
And take care.
Sweet blossom
Sweet bird
Coming closer
I find clouds-bars.
Think never life
Heaps of bones
And hair.
Go never with
Despair.
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While telling I, I,
How much shout,Where it is!Father-in-law wasHesitating very much,Though near,Now unable to move,And going to die.No, no,So many timesWe have told.But what should we do,If they care not.Your own mother,Your own name,But no one takes heed.This is a translation of the poemତୋର୍ ମା ରେbyGajanan Mishra
What is it?
But some one hasAttacked first.Where is that one?And with usNothing remains.God forgiveThey all cameAnd within a secondDestroyed everything.Allow us to knowWhat has happenedAnd what is what.But we knowNothing would happen.No relief andNo justice to anyone.We are targetedThat we know.And yet it would pass awayWe know better.
Nothing but sorrows –
Full of sorrows.Beneath and aboveLife- nothingBut sorrows.Earth and skyAll sorrows.And yet we findNectar here.
Sunaa aau sajya pachare
Dhwansa aadaku jauthae, jane.In Odia lipi or Brahmi script;ସୁନା ଆଉ ଶଯ୍ୟା ପଛରେଧାଉଁଥିବା ଲୋକ ନିଜଧ୍ଵଂସ ଆଡକୁ ଯାଉଥାଏ, ଜାଣେ ।This is a translation of the poemGold And Good BeddingbyGajanan Mishra
I must say
In truth.And beautyIs in the truth.But the truthMay not be beautiful.Life is all good,And I must sayGo on proper wayTo enjoy life.In so many different ways,One can see and enjoyAnd satiate himself.
As a poet
And fearful ofMaterial existence.As a poetI fear the dark,Everything is thereIn the dark, though.As a poetI know lifeAnd very value.As a poet,I love allAnd I know the truth.