Mornings spent alone,
Moons on deserts shone
On deserts, cry tears but, mine.
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Kiss me red my dear,
Make me immortal on Holi.
ସମୟ ତ
ପଲକ ରଯାଦୁ ଛଡି ଛୁଆଁ ଦେଇବଦଳାଇ ଦେଲା ମୋର –ଯୁଗ ଯୁଗ ଲୁହ ପିଇବଞ୍ଚିଥିବା,ଅୟୁତ ଏ ବେଦନାରନାଗ ଦଂଶନ ରବିଷ ପିଇ ପିଇଯାହା ସବୁତୁମ ବିରହ ରେ ଲେଖାଅନ୍ତର ସିଲଟ ପରେ,ମୋ ଆତ୍ମା ରଲହୁ ର ଅକ୍ଷର ।।
A poet
Lives in the mortal worldBut loves the immortals,A poetIs someone whoLives in whirlpools of IntolerancesBut loves to understand,A poetIs someone whoLives in the dirt of injusticeBut loves to rationalize,A poetIs someone whoLives in the shadow of the ignorant,But loves to invoke noble thoughts.A poetIs someone whoLives in the house with black walls,But loves to paint…
You were my teacher
When I started to explore.
The smile on your lips
paints colours on my dreams.
Your smiling lips a rainbow
Love rains on my heart