I know not

And with right type ofReasoning, lifePreside over gloryAnd Prosperity.Life, we liveWith goodness of the good.

In youI know andI am clearHere the earth isHomely.See hereEach one is home-produce.And each one isIn the process of homecoming.Though, at timesUnderstanding is a problem.But think not otherwiseAt home allAnd it’s okay.All liveNo one is dead.And all are connectedWith purity.And I am sureIn all respectAll are perfect.

Sense gratification and good duties.Understand me and my purpose,Stay conscious and follow my exemplary behavior.But imitate not anything,And show your own originality,I would be pleased.

To whom to teachHow long to teachAll questionsNo answer.No answerNo one to listen toNo one to learnNo one to hold anythingNo one to value timeNo one to recognise self.Self-serviceSelf- living andSelf-

Right to seeRight to love-All hereWith meAt this time.All for writingAll the time.All to realiseLife and living.For youIt is not wrongFor meIt is the truth.See my styleSomething different.See my ways and means,See my livelihoodAll related to youCasual aboutWorld and falsehood.

You should seekThe shelter of truthAnd live fearlessly.Danger is thereAt every step, no doubt.But you are not a fool,I think, and you can crossEvery hurdle here easily.No protection needed,I know, you are alsoAn aquatic and youKnow also airways.

Respect the truth,And stay alwaysWith love.Various in formsBut one andThe same.

With no form.How canYou end me?It is onlyDue to my povertyYou are able toDiscover me.From my workYou are gettingProfit.And dear I believeNot in fair trade.

AlwaysAll new.No commentOpen for review.Priority isGiven to truth.All motivatedFor good choice.World wide gainWith incentive gain.

But it is you,Who is there to sell for nothing.And what is your poverty?Your starvation?Your unemployment?No, not at all, dear.It is your mentality,Your mental status,That how you treat yourself,That how you treat your mother, andThat how you treat mother language asInferior and not superior.

And nothing troublesome.Nothing to be distinguished-The bad, the good,The happiness, the distress.Mental concoctions all,All illusion.Concept of life- comesFrom poetry alone.No disturbance byAny feeling in presence ofPoetry here and there.

କାଁ ହେଲା ଜେ ରଖିଛ,ଦାଢ଼ି କାଟିଦେଲେଲୋକ୍ ବଲୁଛନ୍କେନ୍ତା ଦେଲ କାଟି ।କେନ୍ ବଲୁଛେ ଦାଢି ରଖଲେଦିଶୁଛ ମୋଦି ବାଗିର୍ଆରୁ କେନ୍ କହୁଛେଗୋପବନ୍ଧୁ ବାଗିର୍ଦିଶଲ ନ ଏଭେ ।ମୁଲକି ହସା ଦଉଛେଁ ସଭକୁଆରୁ ଭିତରେ ଭିତରେ କହୁଛେଁମୁଇଁ ରଖଲେ କି ନାଇଁ ରଖଲେତୁମର ଜଉଛେ କି ଅଉଛେକହ ତ ଆଘୋ ।ଇ ଦାଢି କାଏଁ ମୋରଟାକି ମୁଇଁ ପାରୁଛେଁ ଗଜରେଇ,ପଚରଉଛ ବଏଲେକହେମି ଜରୁରକାଟବାରଟା ଆରୁ କାଟବାରଥିଗୁଁଅଉଛେଁ ସମିଆବନାବାରକାଜେ କିଛୁନାଇଁ ନ ମୋରନେ ଜାନିଛତମେ ଅଏନ କରି ଇନେ ।ଛି…

Full of sorrows.Beneath and aboveLife- nothingBut sorrows.Earth and skyAll sorrows.And yet we findNectar here.

Absolute truth-And I see you.Here I amFor all good.And here I amThe only fool.

To go to himWe are to wearWhite also.Our king dislikesBlack as we knowBlack is a colorThat embraces all,And our kingDoes not like it.And as we knowOur king fear black flags,And we are here to haul up.

One after another.We are the loverAnd we knowThe use of leather.And year after yearsWe are trying to hideOne another.So close we areIn this time and spaceWe forget everything all together.

Fortune all with you.And remember you yourselfIs the source of all holiness.Be careful and constantlyStay on truth.

All rotatingWithin frame-dragging.All on this earthSpinning and orbiting.All within meAll around me.

Justifiable, I am sure.I cannot support men,Excuse me.You may term it asYour culture or anything.It is entirely inhuman acts,It is pure torture toAn innocent animal.And we have no right,Mind it, whatsoever may be.

Here.Above and belowFor usPeace stored.Death of peace –War.

My poems areFor my mother tongue.My poems areFor my men.My poems areFor my love.My poems areFor the truth.Truth is thatI am living andI am alive.Truth is thatI am writing againstCorruptions, terrorism.Truth is thatI am writingFor women securityAnd safety.Truth is thatI am advocatingHumanity andFreedom of speechAnd expression.I am composing poemsOnly for you, my dear men.

To your mother, motherlandAnd not using your mother language.He is enjoying power, though,And enjoying allHeavenly material happinessWith your hard-earned money.

Forgive and forget,And serve all.Serve your mother,Serve your land,Serve your language,True service, in the true sense.Give pleasure and no pain,Come on again and again.I wish all good fortune to you all,Stay visible and show mercy upon all.

I know you will not be thereAt that time. ButAt this time withThe shining lamp of knowledgeDestroy the darknessBorn of ignorance,

Milk all kinds of true knowledge.

And destructionHere andThere.In TurkAnd in Syria.War warAnd warIn IndiaWe stay prepare.Enemy neighbourTake care.War warAnd warEverywhereEverybodyHunger for war.Alas!We areNot followingGrammar.Our own lifeWe areNot hereTo take care.Our own earthOur own lifeOur own everything.

Stay alerted, men,Keen edge both side razor.

ସତରେ କୁନ୍ତୀ କଣଗୋଟେ ନଦୀ?କେଜାଣି!ସୂର୍ଯ୍ୟ ପବନ ଆଉ ଆଉବୁଡ ଦେବାରେବ୍ୟସ୍ତ ସଦା!ଜଣା ନାଇଁଫାଇଦା ଉଠାଇବାକୁବ୍ୟଗ୍ର ଆଉ କିଏ କିଏ!କହିବାକୁ ନାଇଁ କିଛିଘଟିବାକୁ ଯାଉଛିଅନେକ କିଛି।ପତଙ୍ଗ ହୋଇମୁଁ ବି ଝାଡୁଛି ଡେଣାକହୁଛି ନିଜକୁ ନିଜେଆସିଲିଣି ଉଡି ଉଡିଏତେ ଦୂର!ଆବେ ଚୁପ୍!ସଇତାନ କାହାଁକାକେଡେ କେଡେ କଥାକହି ଚାଲିଛୁ ବେଃ!ଦେଖ୍ ଦେଖ୍ ତୋରି ଯୋଗୁଁଆଜି ଏ ଅବସ୍ଥା!ଯୋଉଠି ଯାହା ଅଛିଥାଉ ରେ, ଆ ଫେରି ଆନଦୀର ଧାରେ ଧାରେ!ଆ ଆ ଦିହକଯାକସାକ୍ଷୀ ହୋଇ ଥିବାବନ୍ଦ ରଖି ପାଟି ପେଟ!ଯିବା ତ ଯିବାସାଙ୍ଗ…

It is the result ofYour own deeds.Accept it or not,No matter, butThe fact isThere before you.

ଭୁଲିଯାଏଁକାହାର ବାପାକାହାର ପୁତ୍ରକାହାର ଶଳାକାହାର ସମୁଧିକାହାର ଶଶୁରଆଉ ଆଉ କାହାର କଣ!ଭୁଲିଯାଏଁମିଛମାୟାପଚାସଢାପୋକଜୋକଲୋଭଘୃଣାକାମମଦଆଉ ଚଲାଏଁ କଲମସତ୍ୟ ପାଖକୁ।ମନେରଖେଁଆଉ ନିରେଖି ଦେଖେଁକେବଳ ଧ୍ରୁବକୁ।ଆଣେ ନା ଗଣନାକୁଛିଡା ହୁଏ ଯିଏନିଜକୁ ନିଜେଦିବାର କହି।ଜାଣିପାରେଁକୋଉଠି ମୋ ଗାଡିଧକ୍କାରେ ହଲୁଛିଆଉ ମୁଁ ଜାଣେକଣ କେମିତିକରିବାକୁ ହେବ ଏଠି,ତୁମେ ଯିଏ ମନେ ମନେଉଖୁଡା ଖାଉଛରହିଥାଅ ସତର୍କସବୁ ବାଟ ବନ୍ଦ ତୁମ ପାଇଁଆଉ ମୋ ସର୍ଜିକାଲ ଷ୍ଟ୍ରାଇକରେଛିନଛତ୍ର ସବୁ ଅନ୍ଧାର।ତପୋବନ, ଟିଟିଲାଗଡ, ବଲାଙ୍ଗିର22/10/2019

ସମୁଦ୍ର ଆଉ ଆକାଶରମାୟା, ଆଉ ମାୟା ରଖେବନ୍ଦୀକରି ତୁମକୁ ମତେ।କହିପାର ତୁମେ କିଏଆଉ କେମିତି ପୁଣିଯା ଆସ କର କୋଉଠୁକୋଉଠିକୁ କେମିତି।କହିବିମୂଲ୍ୟ ନାଇଁ କିଛିସବୁ ମାୟା।ମାୟା ସବୁଦୁଃଖ ଆଉ ଆନନ୍ଦ।ମାୟା ସବୁଜୀବନ ଜଂଜାଲ।ମାୟା ସବୁପବନ ଆଉ ଜୁଆର।ମାୟା ସବୁନଈ ଆଉ ପାହାଡ।ଆଉ ଆଉ ଭିତରେଆମର ସକାଳ ସଂଜ।ତୁମେନ ବୁଝୁଛ ନୁହେଁ।ତଥାପି ତଳ ଉପରରଙ୍ଗରୂପ ଭିତରେକିଏ କୋଉଠି କେତେବେଳେଜଣା ନାଇଁ କାହାକୁ।ପ୍ରିୟପରିଜନ ଭାଇବାପବନ୍ଧୁ ସୁହୃଦ ସଭିଏଁଯେ ଯାହାର ସ୍ୱାର୍ଥରେ ବ୍ୟସ୍ତ।ମାୟା, ମାୟା, ମାୟା,ରହ, ଧୈର୍ଯ୍ଯ ଧରଖବର ମିଳିଯିବ ବଳେଗଣତି…

Relating to love and life and light.Make sure I am with the truth andThe truth is you.

Fortune all with you.And remember you yourselfIs the source of all holiness.Be careful and constantlyStay on truth.

I know, the language of this landMakes you come alive.I know you,You are not lostPretending to be someone else,But you are the real son of the soil.I value you, on this land,You are the truth.Come on, my dear and utter,The language in original voice,That is your own and not others,For the sake of your mother.

ନେଇଁ ହେଲା କିଛୁହେବାରଥିଲା ଜେନଜେନଟାନେଇଁ କହ ହେନ୍ତା!ଜେନଟା ଜେନ୍ତାହେବାରଥିଲା ହେଟା ହେନ୍ତାହେଇଛେ କି ନେଇଁବୁଝିଆସ ଭଲକରି ଜ!ଆଁପରିଜାଁପରି ହେଲେହେବାକେଁ କିଛୁ ଫାଏଦାନେଇଁ ହେବାରଟା କେନ୍ତା ହେତା!ନଡିଆଗଛେ କେଁଆମ ଫଲିଥିତା?ଜେନଟା ଅଉଛେ ଭାବନାକେଫେରଭି ଜାବଡି ଧର ହେତାକେ।ତପୋବନ,ଟିଟିଲାଗଡ,ବଲାଙ୍ଗୀର07/03/2020

All doors opened.Refuse notTo come in.Learning prohibited?How can I say that?Many lessons areStill pending,No one is listening.Execution failed,And still, I am thereWith you,For love, for truth.

ଚଳିବ ।କାହିଁକି ନା,ଏଠି ଚଳିଯାଏ ସବୁକିଛିବିନା କିଛିରେ ବି ।ଯାହା କହୁଯୋଉ ଭାଷାରେଯିଏ ଯେମିତିଚଳିବ ସବୁ ।କାହିଁକି ନାରକ୍ତରେ ନାହିଁ ତେଜ,ଠିକ୍ ଠିକଣା ନାହିଁ ବୀର୍ଯ୍ୟ,ଆମଠି ସବୁ ମଳିନ କାର୍ଯ୍ୟ ।English rendering;Odisha DayWithout Odia language!Okay.It is becauseHere everything would doWithout any complaint.It would do wellIf one speak inAny language anytimeIn any style.It is becauseNo purity in the blood,No certainty in semen,All lusty and…

Inside words all his life.Practices of the self-A great experiments,Well known to the good poet very well.The poet writes just asThe spirit moves within.

Your words are very sweetThat give pleasures to my ears.You are also extremely sharpLike the blade of a razor,And I am cautious whileDealing with you in any matter.At times I am attractedBy your bodily features,But I smell the danger.I know, to serve your interest,You deal with me as if most dear, butYou can kill me…

କବିତାଠାରୁପାଏ ଶକ୍ତିକବି।ଶକ୍ତି – କବିତା,କବି ମଂଚରେ ଠିଆ।କିଏ ଲଢିବ ଆସ,କିଏ ଦେଖିବ ଦୃଶ୍ୟ!ସୂର୍ଯ୍ୟ ଆଉସୂର୍ଯ୍ୟରଶ୍ମି ପରିକବି ଆଉ କବିତା।ଯାଅ ନା, କବି ପାଖକୁ ସିଧା,ଯାଅ ନା ମନ୍ଦମତି ନେଇ,ଯିବ ଜଳି।ସବୁଆଡକୁ ଦୃଷ୍ଟିଥାଏ କବିଠି।ସାରା ଜଗତ ପାଇଁକବି।ପଚାରେ କେବଳ କବିତୁମେ କିଏ କି!ଯିଏ ବି ହୁଅ ଏଠି!ତପୋବନ, ଟିଟିଲାଗଡ, ବଲାଙ୍ଗିର17/10/2019

The truth is beyondPleasure and grief.Worthy of association-Love.Love the loving serviceAnd understand life.

ଅକ୍ଷର ଗତି ନିରେଖସ୍ୱର ଶବ୍ଦ ପରଖ।ସତ୍ୟ ଚିହ୍ନମାୟା ବର୍ଣ୍ଣ ।ପ୍ରକୃତି ବଶ ଜଗତଥରକୁ ଥର ପ୍ରକାଶ।କାହାକୁ କଣକେତେବେଳେ ଶୂନ୍ୟ।ଆକୃତି ଭେଦଅଭ୍ୟାସ ବେଦ।କାଳ ଗତିପ୍ରଜାପତିସତ୍ୟ ଶ୍ରୁତିସ୍ୱୟଂ ଆହୁତି ।ତପୋବନ, ଟିଟିଲାଗଡ, ବଲାଙ୍ଗିର23/02/2020

Nahin kichhiApritikara parisrama chhadaa.Sanga hua satya sahitaBahara karibaku satya.Uda, uda dharibakuAakasha satya.In odia lipi or Brahmi script;କୁଟ ନାହିଁ ଚୋପାବାହାରିବ ନି ଗହମ ।ନାହିଁ କିଛି,ଅପ୍ରୀତିକର ପରିଶ୍ରମ ଛଡା ।ସଙ୍ଗ ହୁଅ ସତ୍ୟ ସହିତବାହାର କରିବାକୁ ଅମୃତ ।ଉଡ, ଉଡ ଧରିବାକୁଆକାଶ ସତ୍ୟ ।This is a translation of the poemEmpty HuskbyGajanan Mishra

The relationship,And everything.It is all freedom,It is all sunshine,It is all butterflies,It is all music.See bothInner and outer, dear.The life is wonder,So also the poetry.

That I can’t say.I can sayI was hereI am here,I will be hereFor all timesTo come.Certainly, I can say,It is I,Who is hereWith loveAnd with truth.From dark to lightI am going day and night.From night to day,I am here and I amNot ready to sayGoodbye to anyone here.I am the light,I am the darkIn reversal,But…

We embrace,Great words,Really sir.But we are free,We can’t tolerateThe interferenceIn our works,In our language,In our development,By outsiders.And who is an outsider?Important questionThat has no answerOutside but it isThere inside.No place for violence,True. But we are toSee our identityIntact here and there.Let me placeMy view,On my land,Let me stayAs your friend,But with honorAnd withProper respect.

Lifestyle in sea?Poetry is as good as the skyAnd everyday the poetTherein wants to fly.Let us make life sweetWith words and feelingsShowing good judgementAnd understanding.Poetry is there alwaysWith us to give coloursTo our life selling everythingCalled love and truth.

Sweet speech and good company.