Sad to know –
No more there.
Sorry to know,
You are in the habit of
Composing poems.
Sad to know,
The poems are there
Leaving you deserted.
When I said I am interested,
You said it is my madness.
And I am haunted, but no use
To lodge FIR against anyone.
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The city
All citizenSince left.And I am a foolWho is thereTo take care the cityWithout caringThe inhabitants.Either I am innocent,Or I am beast of burden.I need to know,I have no value withoutThe knowledge of the self.
Not two or many,
One person is here.And his color isNot multiple but single.The person is not tightBut loosened with time.The time is singingThe song of lightningThat resembled thunder,And love is interlocked.The way of life isEnchanting all filledWith joy- the universe.
My poem my voice,
I compose my soulThrough thoughtsAnd words to exploitTime and nature.I am easy like skyAnd covering everything.My poem my voice,Voice of my soul.And I transmit my loveThrough my poemsTo all flow with easeFor I realise all these.
ଶବ୍ଦରେ ଶବ୍ଦରେ ଏତେ କଥା,
ଆଉ ଯଦି ନ କହିହେଲାକି ଲାଭ ଶବ୍ଦ ଥାଇ କି ନ ଥାଇ ।କୋଉ ଶବ୍ଦ କୋଉ ଭାଷାକାହାର କେତେବେଳେଖାଲି ଅଛି ଦେଖିବାକୁ ଏଠାରେ ।କିଏ ଦେଖିଲା ପୁଣି କାହାକୁଆଉ କେତେବେଳେ କଣ ପାଇଁ,ସବୁ ସବୁ କାର୍ଯ୍ୟ ତୋଉଳିଲାବେଳକୁଭାରି ପଡୁଛି ମାଟି ଯାକ ଆଉଚୁପ୍ ଚାପ୍ ହେଉଛି ଯିବାକୁ ଏଠୁ ।
Go there
Stay hereI am not telling.I have no wordTo utter.I have tastedEverythingSweet and bitter.I loveAnd I abideTimeAll in silenceAll in me.
Power,
Fire,Here and there.Summer or spring,Climate- no matter.Door is always opened,Roll call- enter.Forest- naturally danger,But think not aboutSurrender. Nothing to fear,But you are free to proceed toAnother chapter,That is always here.