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And I understandThe big questionsOf life butFind no answer.I also see thereThe way to go inBut not the wayTo go out.I feel myselfBut not able toExpress in wordsAvailable so far.

Life is meant forShowing respect for others.Poetry – life is committed toA polite smile being connectedWith love and truth.The poet is fairly rightWith dust and dawn.The poet with his wordsAnd languages and behaviourMove forward carefullyTo prove lifePoetically correct.

କେହି ମାନୁ ନି ଆଉ କିଛି ।ଭାଗ ଭାଗ କରି ଦିଆଯାଉଛି ମାଟିକୋଶଳ କଳିଙ୍ଗ ଉତ୍କଳଭାରତ ଆମେରିକା ରୁଷିଆ।କ୍ଷମତା ଚାଲିଯିବାର ଭୟରେମାୟା ରଚନା କରା ଯାଉଛିଜାତିପ୍ରେମ ଦେଶପ୍ରେମରମିଛିମିଛିକା ନାରାରେ।ଆଉ ଆଉ କୋଉଠି କୋଉଠିଆତଙ୍କ ସୃଷ୍ଟି କରାଯାଉଛିମାନବିକତାକୁ ହନନ କରିଅପ୍ରାକୃତିକ ଅପରାଧରେ।

Is not true.I am least valued alsoNot true.But we are to leaveValuable objectsWe are to live valuable life.Paucity of timeOf course thereBut we must not care.We are to patrol ourselves,We must not lose patienceWith this worldWe are to March forward and forward.

The artAnd startedMy journeyBy traditionalBullock cart.Lane to laneI moved onIn darkAnd also in lightAnd prepared myselfTo fightBut beg not help.My sweet daysAll there andI left themOn that river bankWith a hope to restoredMyself in the yearsTo come alive.

In deep sea,In highest peak.Let me speak,But what to speak,Everything isAlready toldBy so many.So many are offeringLove and affection,Truth and education.But still, what for envy,Torture and darkness!Darkness isIn our own brain,We have to know,And the lightThat are within us,That are to be focussed.With all humbleness,Faith, and trust.