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But as the father had been posted at DumkaSo we used to be 70 kms. away from the villageBut was struggled, suffered and sacrificed utmost.Instead of father’s service, a dairy farm with so many jersy cows and buffaloesUsed to keep us so much so engaged,The sweets shops and the customers used to take milkBut the…
Maharshi Aurobindo
Transcendental meditationAnd poetry born of sadhna.
None but I myself
DigitallyFrom a digital camera,A smartphoneTo make a self portrait of mine.
O sky,
O heaven,I am hungry,I am hungry,give me,Give me food,Food, food,A handful of,A handful of food,O I am hungry,Hungry,Give me,Give me food,Food!The small-smallPlum bushesGiving me,Giving me plumsSour-sweet wild plums,The mango trees mangoes,The guava treesWild guavasAnd the streamFresh water, clean waterAnd I,I feeling content,Content with,Blessing,Blessing the Providence,A hungry man,A hungry manGiven under the situationTurned reverse,Fate behaving otherwise!
My dear brother, you forget not this sister,
Even if you far away from her,Wherever you are, she wishing you for to be happyAnd this the internal wish of the sister.With tears into the eyes, she remembers her brother,Going to the market to pick up and purchaseA colourful rakhi for her brotherTo tie on her hand.Brother, forget not your lovely and dear sisterWho…
When will,
Take the name of Hari?The world a world of maya,Your maya, my mayaAnd the body will burn to ashesAnd will it remain anything else here?O, when will you take, take the name of Hari,O, when, when will you,When will you the name of Hari?My song the song of sadhna and the sadhna my wishAfter a…