rove miles and miles
of roads of deserted pain.
The sunshine sneaks
through the veils of
dark walking clouds
across the banks of
the last autumn sky.
At this moment
of elegance and ecstasy
Words are born.
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ଜ୍ବାଳା ଭରି ଦେଇ?ମୋ ଭିତରରୁଦ୍ଧ କୋଠରୀରେଏବେ ଖାଲି ତୁମ ଛବି ଭର୍ତ୍ତିଏ କଥା ତ ତମେ ଜାଣଖୁବ୍ ଭଲ କରି!ତଥାପି କାହିଁକି ଭଲାମୋ ଛାତିକୁ ଜଳାଇବାତୁମ ପାଇଁ ଗୋଟେମଉଜିଆ ଖେଳ ପାଲଟିଛି,ଯେତିକି ଭାବୁଛି ଏବେତୁମେ ମୋର ମୋର –ସେତିକି ସେତିକି ତମେଆଜିକାଲି ଯାଉଚ ଦୂରେଇ!ମୋ ଆଖିଠୁରହୁଛ ଛଡେଇ ହୋଇ! !ତମରି ଇଲାକା ବୋଲିଚିତ୍ର ଟିଏ ଉଠାଇବାଖୁସିରେ ଖୁସିରେ –ସତେ କ’ଣମୋ କପାଳେ ନାହିଁ? ?
Apes are doctors
That would never cure them.
You have been since long
None understands pure virtuous heart!
While fighting back
lonely bird, victim andStruck in a storm,You extendyour hands of support.And they extendtowards meThe touch ofa handful of springand a wisp of blue cloudsof the virgin autumnIn the dark blackof my rainy skyThe green lightning of your eyesThe sweet, thin, soft timberof your songfrom the farhorizonreach me, and theywet me within,in the autumn lightof the…