Dear truth.
And with your help
I am purifying myself.
I see you,
Dear, here everywhere.
Great mystics, you are
I know for good.
I am not disturbed,
See me and I have
Not committed any wrong,
Rather I am here
And rest, you are to consider.
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Wrong,
LifeTimeNameFame.Wrong,LanguageLandLibertyLove.RightOnly skyIf so likeGo andFly, fly.Here seeFreeFoes.Here seeFameFaded.ButTruthTo be pursued.And dearBring friendshipsWith waterWith air.16/03/2020
Always a good poet is busy
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.
If the limbs could see,
script- Brahmi, language- Odia;ହାତ ଗୋଡ ଯଦି ଦେଖିପାରନ୍ତେଆମେ ଥାଆନ୍ତେ ଅସୁବିଧାରେ ।
Acting is but natural,
By natural tendency andNo one can remain unengagedEven for a moment.But my dear men, give upAll natural tendenciesFor material service andGo for the truth.Men, you are the swimmersStruggling in the ocean.But be aware,The waves of illusionsAre there.
Virtue or sin
But illusionOr delusion.Ignorance orKnowledge –Is there anyDifferenceI know not.God or demonEach one is supremeAnd merged in truth.Touched or untouchedAll absolute.
From you I
My journey.I know notWhether you areA bull orA bee.But from youI hereby startEverything.I seeThe seaAnd the skyNot able to fly,Though.Yes,To speak somethingI hereby openMy mouth,Not a singleCorrect wordCome out so far.I go with coloursBut I know notReality.