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Bees on shy flowers cite-adore your beauty in theirsongs humming-low,moonshine and raindrops embellish your skin glow.
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ମୋ ଶୂନ୍ୟ ଆକାଶେଦେଇଛ ନୀଳିମା ଭରି-ତୁମେ ଆଜି ମୋରଆକାଶ ର ଅସ୍ତରାଗ,ମୋ ଶୁଷ୍କ ଜୀବନେଜୀଇଁବା ର ଅନୁରାଗ ।ତୁମେ ସପ୍ତ ରଂଗୀଇନ୍ଦ୍ର ଧନୁ ର ମୋହ…ସେ ସବୁଜ ଭୂଇଁସବୁଜିମା ଟହଟହ,ମୋ ଆଖି ଆକାଶେତୁମେ ଅନ୍ତରଙ୍ଗ ଛବି,ମୋ ପ୍ରତି ସକାଳେଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ର ନୀଳ ଛବି!ଯେବେ ଠାରୁ ତମେଆକାଶେ ଆସିଲ ନାହିଁ,ସେବେ ଠାରୁ ମୋରଅନ୍ତରେ ରକ୍ତ କଇଁ! !ଭରା ଭରା ସାରାମନ ସରସୀ ର ଜଳ,ମନ ଲାଖି ମନପାଇବା ରେ ଛଳ ଛଳ!ଏବେ ନାହିଁ ଆଉ-ଦୁଃଖ ତୁମେ ନ ଥିବା…
ବାସୀ ବିଛଣା ର
ଆମ ଗଲା ରାତି ସ୍ମୃତି,ଅଙ୍ଗ ରେ ଅଙ୍ଗ ରେଏ ଗୋପନ ଦାଗଗଲା ବସନ୍ତ ର ଗୀତି ।।
Under whose shades
The colour of my dreams,The ambitions of my life-Took a twist, a historic turn?From a shy young boyTo a daring spirited man,From a timid, confused toyTo a Do-Anything-, I-CanFrom a helpless, aimless ladTo a spirited divine being,From a restless reckless mindTo a nesting, blissful king,You made a hero out of zero,A real hero out of…
During those searching years
Sans your shape,Sans your colour,Over the ashes-Of the pyre of separationOver the flamesOf my burning heart.All the memoirsSweet, fragrant and colourfulLike the springWere burnt.Flowers bloomed,But of course-Sans pleasure,Sans contentment,Sans fragrance! !
Who can, for us
to rise in the Eastwith rays goldenthrough a windowthat’d awaken our babieswith eyes shut, yetdreams unhurt?Who can renderin these eyes dry,like the rainless sand-a couple of nightswith fearless sleepfor slum dwellerswithout an inch of land?