My poems are there
With my pain.
My pain is my life,
I am living with.
I am living with you, dear,
In all auspicious ways.
In all auspicious ways,
I am trying to elevate
Everyone to the truth.
And truth is there,
In truth consciousness
In all business.
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Often I have written
On truth.I seldom see you, though,I feel youEverywhere always.And you have oftenAdvised me to take care ofMy lifeMy time.
The truth,
My life –The entire world.My love –Protector andShelter ofEveryone here.Ignore not,The sacrifice,The source of successOf everything.
My mother,
My mother,Let me salute first to my mother.My mother,On my motherland, I am here with my mother.My mother,Let me talk, with my brothersWith a language, that belongs to my mother.My mother,Let me devote my life, forAll out welfare of my mother.My mother,For me, the living god, most wonderful creature.
ମା, ମା ଭାଷା, ଆଉ ମାତୃଭୂମି ବିନା
ତୁମେ କୋଉଠି ବି ପାଇ ପାରିବ ନାହିଁ ପରମାନନ୍ଦ ।English rendering-Without mother, mother language, and motherlandYou are unholy and in this conditionNowhere you cannot get peace or happiness.
The sky is not blue,
No clue.AttentionNot diverted.World is not whole,Like and unlikeNot matter.No envyAnd thoughtfulFor nothing.Life and love,Love and liveAnd all to be achieved.
ଯିଏ ଯିଏ ନ ଆସୁଛନ୍ତି
ଜାଣିବାକୁ କିନ୍ତୁ କେମିତି?ଆଉ ଆସୁଛନ୍ତି ଯୋଉମାନେମୁଁ ସେମାନଙ୍କୁ ଚାହେଁ କହିବାକୁସେମାନେ କରୁଛନ୍ତି କଣ ।ଯେତେ ଯାହା କହିଲେ ବିକେହି ଯେ ମୋ କଥା ଶୁଣୁଛିନୁହେଁ କଦାପି ଏମିତି ।ତଥାପି ମୁଁ ପରୀକ୍ଷା କରିବସେଁପକ୍ଷୀକୁ ନେଇ ଯେ କରୁଛି କଣ ।ଖବର ଆସେ ଯାହା ମୋଠିକୁତାହା ଯାଇ ନି ଅନ୍ୟ କୁଆଡେକହିଦେବାକୁ ନାହାନ୍ତି କେହି ଏଠାରେ ।