afraid of numbers
afraid of its own echo
Nobody seems to seek
The path of enlightenment,
The era of the exalted Buddha,
Nirvana or salvation from
The cycle of Karmic bondages.
But the number of times
They visited the shrines
or offered homage
under media coverage
alone counts.
ଅନ୍ତର ବେଦନାଗୀତ ରେ ପାରେନା କହି ।ଅନେକ ରାତି ରଅବୁଝା ସପନସପନ ପାଲଟେ,ସକାଳ ପାରେନା ଛୁଇଁ ।।
ତୁମ ନଜର ରେ ବନ୍ଦୀ ଥିବାମୋ ଆତ୍ମା କୁ ନିଜ ଶରୀର ରୁ…ଅନ୍ଧାର ର ପତଳା ପରଦା-ଯେତେ ଯେତେ କରୁଥିଲା ଝାପ୍ସାତୁମ ମୁହଁ ଦେଖିବା ର ଇଚ୍ଛା-ବଢୁଥିଲା, ତୀବ୍ର ଏ ପିପାସା..ଶିରି ଶିରି ଶୀତଳ ବାଆ ରେ-କାଳେ ଥରି ଯାଉଥିବ ଦେହ,ଏ ବେଳା ରେ ତମ ମିଠା-ଛୁଆଁ-ସ୍ମୃତି ଚୁମି ଯାଉଥିଲା ମୁହଁ…ଆସିଲା ଏ ବେଳା ରେ ଅନ୍ଧାର,ଲୁଚି ଗଲା ମୁଖ ରେଖା ତୁମ,ଫେରିବା କୁ ହେଲା ପୁଣି ମୋତେଦୂରେ ଲୁଚି ଗଲା ଘର ତୁମ…
When love conquered frightful death.
how discontented stillyou are..I still didn’t come upwith something that couldrestore your faith on me.You were at your bestto prove me unfaithful,in your myriad attemptsOut of the way and unsuccessfulEverything you needed wasSome peaceful settlementand solace thatI must never hurt you,I must be true to my words,I must be willing to see you happyAnd is…
buds burnt for garnering warmth.
Clouds belong to the sky.
