goes to rest,
the soul goes to find
it’s lover and friend…
and the spirit goes
to heal and be forgiven….
the place no one else
can see or touch…
inside the palm of God,
close to the breast of the wind…
the place where
you can stand naked,
and never feel cold!

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Home condition
And here
See no defeat
No victory.
Here find
Somewhere
Some expectation
With some one
From another one
In some way
Or other.
Matter not
Favourable
Or unfavourable
Matter is there
In confidence.
Each one here
Is to do well,
The earth –
The home
And full of
Life-fuel.

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about the home I have left behind,
the one that was mine till date,
I saw all of a sudden one day
It made me alien, isolated.
Written on the old walls of the house
Drawn by me
were the unsymmetrical alphabets,
Flowers and fruits that I drew there,
Rivers and Streams,
peacocks, parrots, butterflies,
and many more
tigers, bears, elephants,
like a baby’s writings
you get there in the picture
the thing you have craved for,
Be it beautiful or not
the kins around pat your back
as a token of compliment
for a elegant picture drawn.
On the walls of the house
imprints of my dirty palms
pleased my kins
But when I was estranged
came far away into my world
the walls were painted afresh.
Our old tile-thatched house,
Our home was changed.
Our people, kith and kins
bade me farewell
with pomp and glory
I prepared myself
for a new abode, a new house
A house of concrete roof,
A house that I must
onwards keep neat and clean always.
But…
I was frightened within,
scared enough
lest I should ever
by mistake
place there the imprint of
my dirty hand.
A poem by Bharati Nayak
This is a translation of the poem
ଘର
by
Bharati Nayak

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the two heart- beats
whose decree is to leave
everything outside,
the insides
are never seen
though doorless
sunk as it is in dreams
in the other sunken life.

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