pitch black sky, no stars.
too rough to row,
holding on for dear life.
said a quick prayer…
my eyes fixed on
the beacon… my heart
fixed on you!
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sad, but true…
people in this worldredemption isa bowl of rice,and a tent that doesnt leak…what do you believe in?what do you hope for?do you believe enoughto make an effort?a bowl of rice,and a tent that doesnt leak!
i’m just an immigrant here,
no direction,and no tomorrow!i’m walking an uncharted paththrough thorn and thistle;my lips are parched,my soul is hungrymy hands are tied,my back is burdened,i cant pitch my tenton this rocky groundthe caw of the crow,the screech of the hawk,the growl of the bearand the reflectionof longingin a murky pooljust an immigrantsearching for today!
sleep with the weeping ones,
their faces always before me,i feel the cuts on their fingers.i hear the gutteral voices of suffering,too naked to speak words.my blood runs in their veins,and theirs in mine!
falling stars
young men killed,their lives soldto an unjust cause…you’ve wonderedwhere hope went…the price of abarrel of oil!
walking the path…
winding amid the rocks,leaving behindfootprints in the sandthat the wind erases…sometimes side by side,often alone… with no map,no compass to point the way.it’s different for each of us;no one else can do it for us.this journey of the spiritdiscovering itself…and that which we call ‘God’.often lonely… we fight our wayforward for those momentsof epiphany…. when…
i am embarrassed
that has driven my generationto own that which should neverbe owned by anyone…by the self-centered hungerthat has driven us to consume,without thought of ever putting back.by the blindness and fearof our prejudicial morality…by the excuses we’ve lefton our children’s plate!
Features –
All exploited.
All exploited
Life living time
Features –
All achieved.
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କେନ ଠାନେ
ପଚରଉଛ ସଂଜୟ,ଜାନିଛ ତଠାନ ବଲବାରଟାଏଖେ ଗୁଟେ ।ଆରୁ ଘଟବାର୍ଟାକିଛୁ ନେଇଁସେ ।ହେଟା ସବୁଖାଏବାରଟାପି ବାରଟାନେବାରଟାଦେବାରଟାଚାଲିଥିସି ନଜାନିଛ, ଇନ ।ଆରୁ କେଁ କଥାକେହେଲୁଆ, ହେଟାଜାନିକରି ଭିଆମେ ସଭେଅଜନା ।କାଁ ବଲବହେଟା?ତମର ତମେଦେଖ ନ ବୁଆ ।
Allow me to integrate
Changed situation.Allow me to start afreshWith a systematic exposure.Allow me to reportPeriodically retrieval.My best website-My own life.
ଯାହା ହେବ, ହେବ ଏଇଠି,
ରାତି ହିଁ ହିସାବନିକାଶ କରିଦେବସବୁ ପକ୍କା।ଆରେ ହେ,ଏଇଠି ଇ ସବୁ ରହସ୍ୟପେଡି,ସବୁ ଜିତାନି ଜୀବନର ଗୁଡି।ଆଉ ଯାହା।
No cash,
MeansImprovement ofTransparency.See my strengthIn pluralismAnd in diversity.CashlessMeansI am freeFrom corruption,And I am perfect.Trust me,I amThe edifice of trust.I am free,I am a human being.I am not intolerant,But I am argumentative.I respectMultiple views,Multiple thoughts,And multiple philosophies.Though err,I am perfect,I am hereTo rectify.I am the truth.
ମୃତ୍ୟୁ ପରେ
ଗ୍ୟାନାଲୋକ ହୁଅ ପ୍ରାପ୍ତଆଉ ଜାଣ ନିଜ ସଂପର୍କରେ ।ନୁହଁ କୌଣସି ଗୋଷ୍ଠୀର ତୁମେଜାଣେ ମୁଁ ।ସତ୍ୟ ସହିତ ସମାନ ତୁମେ,ଅବଗତ ହୁଅ, ଜାଣ,ତୁମେ ଅଟ ସତ୍ୟ ।This is a translation of the poemRelationship FinishedbyGajanan Mishra
No mother at home,
In your workplaceOn your land,No sweet talkBy your wife,No son to take care,Better not stay there.