The language of my family
My village – Kosli.
We all talk in schools,
Colleges, offices, courts-
Through Kosli.
Disgrace! Kosli is not
Our state language.
Disgrace! Kosli is not
In the 8th Sch of Indian Constitution.
And yet, we call
Ourselvesas per the preamble
Sovereign and supreme.
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Shall I goSomewhere else?Where will I goTo take shelter?Tell me, my dear,If you are reallyMy well-wisher.I know my life isMeant for peaceAnd prosperity.I feel compassion,I try to purifyThe situation.I want to knowMy relationWith the truth.And what isThat truth,It is best knownTo you.Let me askWhere are you,Let me knowWhat is good?
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The poet reside withDreams to realiseWith promisesTo keep.With rituals of timeThe poet utters wordsAnd followsrules of life.2Always a good poet is busyWith the self and the entire cosmosInside 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.
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ପୂର୍ବ ଦିଗେ ଘର,ଘରେ ପ୍ରଥମ ଆଲୁଅ,ତଥାପି ଯଦି ଆମେନିଘୋଡ ନିଦରେ ।ଦୁର୍ଗତି ଛଡାଆଉ ଅଛି କଣ?ସତ୍ୟ ଆମଠିଥାଇ ବି ଆମେ ଯଦିଜାଣି ଚିହ୍ନି ନ ପାରିଲେ,ସତ୍ୟରେ ରହି ନ ପାରିଲେ ।ଦୁର୍ଗତି ଛଡା ଆଉଅଛି କଣ?ଜିଇଁ ଥାଉ ଥାଉଯଦି ନ କଲେ ପ୍ରେମଆଉ ଯଦି ନ ବୁଝିଲେକଣ ଏ ଜୀବନ ।
A lift home,
This earth.And I want notTo put anyone out.Think notAbout repayment.No one can repayFor all the airThe light the waterDone for.The earth allows usTo live here rent-freeKeeping forgetfulness.