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All magicians.No one is guru or teacher.What is there to teach,But nature is sufficientTo indicate everything.No one is attentive andInterested in going throughTrue literature.In this material world,Truth becomes falseAnd false becomes truth,The danger of the time.

କବିତା ମୋର ଅସ୍ତ୍ରକବିତାରେ ବଂଚେ ମୁଁଶତ୍ରୁକୁ ମାରି କବିତାରେ।କିଏ ଶତ୍ରୁ ମୋର?ଯିଏ ଆଘାତ ଦିଏ କବିତାକୁ?ଆରେ ନା, ନା ବାବା ନା,ସିଏ ତ ମୋର ଜୀବନ୍ତ କବିତା,ବଂଚେଇ ରଖେ ସିଏ କବିତାକୁ!କବିତା ବଂଚେ, ବଂଚିଥାଏମୋଠି ମୋ ମାଟିରେ ମୋ ଭାଷାରେମୋ ପ୍ରେମରେ ମୋ ସତ୍ୟରେ ।କବିତାକୁ ଧରି ମୁଁ ମାପୁଥାଏଁ ଆକାଶ,ମୁଁ କବିତା ଆଉ ମୁଁ ଇ ବତାସ,ମୁଁ କବି, ମୋରି ନାହିଁ ଶେଷ।ତପୋବନ, ଟିଟିଲାଗଡ, ବଲାଙ୍ଗିର23/10/2019

Nothing to fearAct like a translator.All – a processAttack neverJust to have a coverOn your own literature.

On earthIn seaIn skyWith lifeLet me fly.All waterThe airThe earthThe skyLet me not sayGoodbye.I am waterI am aliveWith eyesWith mouthWith handsAnd legs.I am strongAnd I walkI runI swimWith colours.No matterHot or coldBut all loggedWith watermark.I am waterWaterproofWatershedWater skisWatertightWaterwayFull of waves.I am sureNo one is hereTo measureWavelength.Waver-life,Wavy.But life isWaveband,Go on enjoying men.

And I know you yourselfAt gunpoint.Gunfire is going onAlways withinThis bodyThis houseThis earth.The body is oneThe house is oneThe earth is oneAnd one is gunshot-In oneness find a tool fireAnd air andLet us share.Nothing to robNo way to goAnd still loadingUnloading aiming pointAnd firing is going onThrough pistol revolverRifle shotgun.Dear men, you have toJump over…