Not once but often
I had cherished.
I have lilies
floating on my breast
with dreams flooded,
Instead of fishing boats or
ships with tons
of wealth loaded.
I don’t have fans
nor tourist troops to roam,
But kids many, to play here
with soaps and foam.
Still I am happy enough
with merriment of the kids,
who one day will become
lords of their dreams and
Gods of their worlds.
the length of a roadtravelled with passion,the breadth of a heartThat beats on and on,The height of a dreamcherished so long,the depth of a desirerooted miles or a furlong.Time scales lifein frames-past and future,in names-great and rare,in pages-written and read,in phases-golden and dead,in zones-gained and lost,in forms-worst and best.
All you need to be,All you need to have,Are nothing but to learn thatAlphabets of PoliticsAnd Politicians-are to be masteredand put into practicesAt an appropriate timeand place, alongwithA right kind of shrewdnessand reasonable mindset.
Someone stills the heart beats.
Shy cloud hides the moon.
A call of the wildFrom strange worlds apartOr a nick nameIn my Paro’s girlish lipsCalling me to come backTo our spider net home-On the backyard of lost springMoist with frozen wishes.As we met by fateBut were thrown by lifeOff the boat supposed toFerry us togetherTo the end of the times.
କେଉଁ ଦୂର ପରଦେଶୀ,ଅଧ ରାତି ପରେ,ଏ ବେଳାରେ-ଏତେ ଦିନେ ଘରକୁ ଲେଉଟେ-ପ୍ରିୟା ଆଖି ଲୁହ ର ଦରଜାଫିଟିଯାଏ ଏତେ କାଳ ପରେ,ତା ହାତ ର ଯାଦୁ ପରଶ ରେ ।।ଶରତ ର ରାତି ଭିଜିଯାଏଜୋଛନା ର ନୀଳ ପରାଗ ରେ,ମିଳନ ର ବାସ୍ନା ରେ ବାସ୍ନା ରେ ।।
