Promise, promise you

I am waiting,Waiting, my love,Love, love,Just for you,JustFor you!

Lord of the World,Giver me,Give me that statueOf Buddha,The blackly clay modelOf Avalokitesvara Buddha,The bodhisattvaIn different forms and figures.A dhyana modeGiving peace and happinessAnd bliss to soul,A bodhisattvaOn the way to realization,On the way to enlightenment,Buddha Buddha,The peace of soul,The joy, anandam of heart.

A jurist, historian, social reformerRenowned for justiceAnd eradication of prevalent social evilsIn caste-ridden society.

A poet from Odisha,One of Odia culture and heritage.A poet regionalHe is of the palce,Of Odisha,Its Bhubaneswar, Cuttack, Puri,Balasore,Khandagiri, Udaigiri, Dhaulagiri.

Which but they complaining of,Why, why did heWithout saying toAnd had he,Would not have desisted from?Yasodhara weeping, breaking down and in tearsAnd complaining the day afterHis departure for the good of the world,Abandoning his royal and princely robes,Ysodhara feeling and repenting,Repenting and complaining,Why did,Why did heAnd had he to go, he should have,Why did he…

I know you,What your secret plans,The upcoming strategyOf yoursWhich can guess aboutFrom here,Oh, your hidden agenda and plansFor coming to power!But to say to youIf your cleaners and sweepersReally want to do a job,Serve the nation wholeheartedly,Let them, let themBe engaged by the municipalitiesAs for giving voluntary serviceWhere there is fund cruchAs well as the…

PoliticsEven when he eats, talks, sleepsAs has no work to doBut politics,Politics.

Shyama Kali.Mother Kali dark black, pitch-darkAs dark as the dark night,Dreadful and frightening.Kali Kali, whatever be Her face,The divine play of Hers,She is but Mother, Mother Divine.Ethnic, tribal, native and sociological,She is the myth and mystery of the world,The Creation Divine.

Want I to write.

Getting depressed,Feeling distressedAnd a few going suicidal,How,O, how to take care of?Looking so hopeless, helpless,Lost and disinterested,O, where have they come to,On whatrazor’s edge of life!

And then to me,How is Mother,Vaishno Devi?Have a darshan of HersFor onceAnd say you it,How is Mother,The Mother of the hills,The Goddess of lions?When the hills were impregnable,How did,How did the sadhakas and priests,How did the devotees?Many would have dared not go forA darshan of Paharonwalli, Sherawalli.How the lions and tigers would growledAnd roaredAnd how…

Or retracted fromDoing one’s Ph.D.As it is Indian,CaribbeanSo many more Ph.Ds.coming up.