And describe
What you are
Going to do
For me.
I am here
To cast my vote
And I am here
To select
My representative
Who can work
For me.
Tell me
In your words,
How far you are
Truthful and transparent
And make me understand
And satisfy your
Sincerity and serenity.
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No needs to know
Jai Hind.
Expect not anything,
Successfully with the problemsRelated to life in all respect.You are near and in andAround me I know.Carefully I am to proceed forwardWith my own weapons of love and truth.
I am shocked
And I am watching this world.
More or less, lover of sky,
Actually, life is large, andWe live here for good.But rarely, the truth is discovered by us,We are the product of the truth, though.We are truly great souls, butThe agitation has no role, we know.We are the air and we are the water,We are also the flowers and we growWith the power of our will.Nature is…
ନୂଆ ନୂଆ ସବୁ
ଲାଗୁଛି ତନୂଆ ନୂଆ ସବୁଏଇ ଆଜିରସୂର୍ଯ୍ୟୋଦୟଠୁଆରମ୍ଭ ଏଇଟା।ଶେଷ ନାଇଁଶୋଭାରଶେଷ ନାଇଁକହିବାର।ବୁଝିବା କିନ ବୁଝିବା ଭିତରେଫରକ ନାଇଁ।ଯାହାର ଯାହା ଧାରଣାସେଇଥିରେ ଇ ଅଗ୍ରଗତି।ଯୋଉଥିରୁ ଯାହାହେଉ ନ ହେଉଅଂଶ ହୋଇରହିବା ଥୟନାଇଁ ଯଦିଓ ପ୍ରଶ୍ନଭାଗବଣ୍ଟାର।ତପୋବନ,ଟିଟିଲାଗଡ, ବଲାଙ୍ଗୀର25/03/2020
Light up
Cheers andStay silent,Worry not.Colors, light-All yours,Stay awakeAnd seeAll happinessInside and outside.Happiness, friendlinessAll yours-Heaven- body home.This is a translation of the poemରାତିସାରାbyGajanan Mishra
Above me,
That surrounds me,
Ice to heart,
Astound me,
With your presence,
Warm me,
Make me live again,
Before your long departure,
Hold me,
Like I was never held before,
So that you’re presence lasts,
Whenever I am lonely,
I ask for nothing more.
Dearest,
No one can measure,
Or fully express,
The profundity of Love,
That is why,
Poetry must try.
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Roses,
Truth.I look at youSo beautiful.Petals of youthVelvet softPerfumed,With the magnificenceOf Nature’s secretsAnd I cryFor your thornsShow meThat life is sadAkin to pain,And life itselfIs slowly slain.And now,In the mirrorsOf TimeA slight breeze blows,Life losses glowThe sadness grows,Oh Rose,DivineNo longer mine.
I have to say what I have to say,
That is the only way,That Life is possible for me,My thoughts, my feelings,Creep out in dismay,And most of the time,I have plenty to sayTo be sincere or not,That is the main question,The Truth has always been,My very first selection.
Poets make up,
Imagination, ‘oblige’,Watch out!They are dreamersThat see beyond dreams,That love, beyond love,That want to make words,Fly without Wings,That want to LoveAll thingsAll defenseless, things,All innocence, All beauty,Till they die.So, please watch out,So much love,May be fatal!In a World that killsInnocence and Olive Branch,Carrying, Doves.And that sometimesEven murders, Truth,That Poets, love, so much!
No matter what they say
About original sinAnd paradise lostBecause of serpent’s plot,Man is not goodAnd if he is,I’ll eat my hat.
You hit a cord,
You start a poem,An Angel heardThat speaks to youMoves mind and penYou know it thenYou’re still alive,Ready to write,And live again.
The look that makes you
The longitude of Love’sSweet heart,The kiss that touchedThe eager lips,Who’d want in lifeMuch more than this.
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Let my understanding be
Like the rivers that flow,
Yes, I’m talking to you,
Knowledge,
A blessing,
Never to be tarnished
Illumination!
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Hope, seems to be on vacation
We can’t find any nationDesired, to stand up for,Applaud with admiration.By Whirlwind social syndrome,So much is changed and swallowed,So little good is followed,What will be left of Us?Of Nations?Come tomorrow.
Like the prick of a pin,
May promote something worthwhile,That an able poet writesAnd may convert into a smile.
Only One,
‘Every thing that’s wrong is rightAnd everything that’s right is wrong? ‘Will we ever be able to get along?Sorry, that was two questions, not one,For all is now confusion under the sun.
Come bare your Soul,
Is all you have to write,Then you’ll be cleansed,Of all offense,And Life will feel alright.
‘That hand,
All my life,That smileI never had’SaidThe frustrated,LoverAs clouds beganTo gather,And dreamsNo longer swamIn the lakesOf hidden passions.All had diedIn one last sighAs NightGave Life’s door,A great big slam!Without, compassion.
When rot speaks,
I can no longer stand,Those political groans,The lies and the assumption,That we are all Fools,Being taken over,By a bunch of slimy Ghouls.